On Feb 1 I moved my horse Claire to her home for the show season since my farm doesn’t have an arena. Part of that move is the one part we dread the most… not the convincing my horse she really wants to load up in the trailer, or that moment of fear when she’s turned out into the field with new friends (she gets beat up a bit), but it’s moving my tack trunk and Claire’s other “needs”. My Hubby always winces at this activity despite our many technological advances in trunk design and transportation.
From the first horses domesticated having but a halter (if that) to today’s modern horse jet-setting across the globe with handlers, staff and I’m sure Tons of trunks with multiple saddles, bridles, blankets and more. I’ve sat and recalled my trunk’s varied history and realized that that wooden box has been with me longer than anyone or horse I’ve had.
My first trunk was when I was about 10, I got my first saddle and it was inside! Granted when your equine lesson situation is such that you muck for the lesson barn to pay for lessons your trunk is a little less than a giant clear plastic tub. However I adored it! Toted it to summer camp with the ponies, bought horse themed bumper stickers to put on it, and taped up photos of my horse inside.
Today my tack trunk stands a much more impressive 3’6″ tall and is about 2’wx3’lx3’d. A pretty massive creature! with polo wrap racks inside the lid and a saddle bar in the middle this treasure has been mine since before Facebook! (Though I”m most sure it was 2005 or 2006 when I got it). It was a birthday present from my boyfriend who was pretty handy and built my box based off of dimensions found in a Dover catalog plus my list of ideas that went alongside it. That trunk has stood the test of time being hauled to barns, shows, events and even dropped once with just minor trim damage. Since getting it I added industrial caster wheels to it since it’s just about unliftable without tack, and it takes a set of lawnmower ramps to get it inside the truck bed!
I’m amazed to think of the places that trunk has been, saddles it has seen, and even the places it has gone with friends! I say this as my husband and I lug it full of tack up a muddy hill to try and push it up the ramps again, bound for a new home for the show season, along with 3 giant totes of more tack, blankets wraps and all the fun stuff that comes with moving!
Where has your trunk been?