Horse Illustrated Magazine

As a lifelong horsewoman I’ve figured out how to remove gunk from my clothes. I can get Furacin off a sweatshirt and Thrush Buster off my jeans. I can even coax horse slobber from cashmere. But my cleaning talents are useless against rain soaked muck.

With apologies to horse lovers in other regions who are dealing with record snowfalls, I’m going to take a moment to whine about our weather. We just endured several more days of rain. I’ve stopped worrying that my tack might grow mildew. Instead I wonder just how much time a human body can spend inside a rubberized rain suit before algae starts to sprout. Each time I do climb out of my rain suit I discover that my clothes are nonetheless damp and, worse, reeking of a ghastly odor. It’s not plain ol’ manure smell. Nor is it that rotten egg scent that can waft up from beneath layers of soiled stall bedding. I mean, it is that, but it’s also so much more. Add in the musty scent of decomposing tidbits of alfalfa that have been discarded and then buried in several inches of soggy earth. Plus there’s the stench of dirty horse blankets. You know what I’m talking about. Microscopic particles of that fragrant grime launch through the air and glom onto my skin, hair and clothes each time I re-blanket the horses.

All of these pungent aromas combine to make a most unpleasant scent that permeates the very fibers of my clothes. When I finally peel the offensive garments from my waterlogged skin, I stand in front of my washing machine and try to decide if it’s worth the effort. Should I just chuck the jeans, the long-sleeved t-shirt and the socks? They’ll never be the same again. Like a magician armed with bottles of potions, I can get the muckity mud stains out. But I can’t seem to remove that smell. I fear that after all this rain none of my barn clothes will ever pass the Sniff Test again.

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And now, just to illustrate a few hours of getting doused once again with both rain and the complementary odors of a wet stable and wet horses, here are some snapshots:

As you can see, horsekeeping is not very enjoyable this time of year. I long for a bright, sunny day before I forget what it’s like to wear a tank top and sunscreen. In fact, while Jill was taking that last photo, she noticed an odd reflection on the view screen of the camera. I took a look at it. There was a strange glare in the upper half of the frame. What the heck was causing that glint? Then I realized it was the sun, breaking through the clouds. Oh, grand orb, come back to us! Soon. Before we all grow slime and start to stink.

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