07-07-2012, 02:05 AM
Ok. Concensus of opinion is that although a horse CAN physically eat and walk with a nosebag (evidence cited is working draught horses but suprisingly NOT Hackney cab horses) it isn't recommended and does indeed cause colic.
An interesting but TOTALLY irrelevant snipit however, is the determination of the term "pole position". It is alleged that this term comes from the horse quickest to get it's nosebag on the pole to which it is harnessed, and use the pole to support the bottom of the nose bag so it can reach the food in the very bottom. Problem with this is that the horse has to be part of a team as only then is it harnessed to a pole.
OR
(anyone still awake?)
Pole position is the leader of the team which is on the whip's (the driver'r) right hand side and a very reliable horse...so always put in pole position (which I believe in motor racing is still off set to the right??)
...and then we have the term whip hand but I think I've gone enough off topic as it is!
An interesting but TOTALLY irrelevant snipit however, is the determination of the term "pole position". It is alleged that this term comes from the horse quickest to get it's nosebag on the pole to which it is harnessed, and use the pole to support the bottom of the nose bag so it can reach the food in the very bottom. Problem with this is that the horse has to be part of a team as only then is it harnessed to a pole.
OR
(anyone still awake?)
Pole position is the leader of the team which is on the whip's (the driver'r) right hand side and a very reliable horse...so always put in pole position (which I believe in motor racing is still off set to the right??)
...and then we have the term whip hand but I think I've gone enough off topic as it is!
Moi Watson
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, Merlot in one hand, Cigar in the other; body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming "WOO HOO, what a ride!
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, Merlot in one hand, Cigar in the other; body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming "WOO HOO, what a ride!
