this guy participated in 10 olympics. Dont think anyone can beat that feature. What a legend.

I got to meet Ian and Ben in Belgium. And Ben was really big. What a wonderful combination Ben and Ian were over the years. Ian was such a wonderful teacher and an inspiration to so many people.

I used to watch Ian Millar riding Big Ben on CBC when I was younger...amazing horse and rider combination 🙂🐴🍁

you can still see the passion shining bright in his eyes

i don't know anything about equestrian competitions and i have only rode a horse once in my life, but this brought tears to my eyes. this mans passion is palpable and you can tell he truly and genuinely loves these beautiful animals more than life itself

That first quote. I agree. He is such an inspiration. I hope to be riding that good when I'm his age 😍

He is so amazing. I wish I could learn from him in person.

@ssansu

3 жыл бұрын

In the 1980s he used to give clinics at my barn. He was a great instructor.

Mr. Millar, it's wonderful to see that Ben rests in a beautiful spot nearby, and I love how much you loved him. It saddens me to know that another Canadian horse, Northern Dancer, rests in the City I was born in, and nobody knows he's even there.

@jenniferlehman326

Жыл бұрын

I know he's there!! I worked at his stud farm for years!! Best Regards from a Retired Paramedic, a S&R Dog and Handler Team Trainer and Horse Trainer and Rider in Ontario, Canada, Jenn. 💖PS That's where I worked learning how to deliver foals. So I know exactly where he is!!

It's true. You never feel more alive than when you're with s horse. Thank you for all you've done for the sport Ian Millar. You'll never know how much influence you've had on so many. From a Retired Paramedic, a S&R Dog and Handler Team Trainer and Horse Trainer and Rider in Ontario, Canada, Jenn. 💖 💖💖

Such light hands & quiet seat.

Thank you Captain Canada❤️

I had zero interest in horses, met my partner over 20 years ago whom is (I think myself is actually a horse in a humans body lol) whom injected me slowly into the world of horses and animals. Since that time I've been many times down to the Toronto area (horse farm area King City - Mono - Hwy 9 areas) and to the Royal Winter Fair a bunch of times and in those times I've been to watch pretty much everyone in the competitions and of course Ian... I truly wouldn't have wanted it any different in my life now that I've met my partner and I thank life for leading me here to my beautiful farm we've built up here in Northern Ontario now and a beautiful barn to share with our mystical horses we have and had in our barn since!

As a kid, like so many others, I was horse-obsessed. Without the funds, having a horse was never an option, but oh the hours I spent learning about the breeds, about jumping, about how horses learned, the history of their partnerships (and often painful servitude) to humans throughout time and around the world. The most exciting time of my year was going to the Royal. I loved it all - the crafts, the tasty and interesting foods, the non-horse animals (most especially the dogs!), the crafts ... but the horse barns were my most important goal, followed closely by attending the Show Jumping. I was overwhelming but magical I didn't know then that I am AüDHD, but looking back, I'm unsurprised by my tendency to wander way from loud crowds and strike off on my own seek out what I was most interested in; my parents often lost track of me in the horse barns. Once, I was as close as possible (dangerously so) to the team of Shires pulling one of the big wagons, feeling the rumble of their passage in my bones, my feet less than a handbreadth from their ginormous hooves. Once, I'd managed to get myself into a stall with some Falbella ponies, entranced by the idea of a horse that could fit in a car! (They are still part of my "dream herd".) But the most memorable wander was when I was about 12 or 13. I was still more interested in horses than I was in Teen Bop celebrity pin ups, and I knew that Ian Miller and Big Ben (who was the real hero in my heart) were at the Royal. I headed out in full detective mode, taking the approach that if you looked like you know where you're going, you often don't get challenged (despite the fact that a kid my age not dressed for stable work or wear an ID badge should have been stopped by ... someone!) Eventually, I found myself standing outside the warm up ring. At that time, it had a shortish wall - short enough for me to see over - and a plexiglass upper. And there they were - Ian Millar riding on Big Ben. They were getting ready for the show, so Ian was in pinks. I remember gaping, my eyes getting dry because they'd gotten so big. I bumped into the wall because I didn't realize I was still walking towards them. I suspect I looked pretty odd - my nose flattened against the plexi, my mouth hanging open, hands splayed to either side of my head, eyes about popping out of my head. That would have been a memory all on its own. Then Ian Millar spotted my gobsmacked self. He brought Ben over to the edge of the ring to stand in front of me. I knew that Ben was not a dressage horse, but in that moment, Ian Millar asked Big Ben to give me a little bow - chin to chest, one right hoof raised slightly, and Ian Millar gave me a smile and a little head bow, tapping the brim of his riding helmet. About that moment, my parents, frustrated and flustered, found me. I remember them. being loud at first, although I never really heard what they were saying. I remember them suddenly going silent, seeing Mr. Millar and Big Ben standing in front of me, smiling. He nodded again, and swung Ben away to continue their warm up. My parents had to physically turn me around and get me moving so that we could get to our seats for the show, but I was just gibbering and gasping. Let other kids melt over the pop stars and movie stars (the 80s were certainly full of 'em.) Ian Millar took the time to not only look my way but to see why I was there. He took the time to create a memory for me. For years, I've thought back to that and considered how easily he could have simply ignored me, or asked staff to escort me out of the area for being a distraction and being where I was not supposed to be. Instead, he interrupted their warm up. It was only a few moments but he gave one of the most generous things one person can give another - time and focused attention, without judgement. After that, Ian Millar was as much my hero as Big Ben. Ok, he was more of a hero, but it was still Big Ben that was the one I had pictures of! For some reason, I suspect that memory will keep it's spot in my mind even when other things have faded away. It doesn't surprise me at all that he continues to offer his expertise, time, and attention to mentees.

@mariamateljan8225

5 ай бұрын

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My hero

WoW tout mon respect à vous 🌸💝🤩

Those Pamela Carruthers courses were amazing to watch him attack.

🍁❤🏆❤🍁

Ian was advicer to my equine care program in Ottawa in the 1970s i saw him coach at dwyer HIll near Ottawa.

Mr' Ian Millar well done, beautiful work, If the horse new better dressage he could jump with a natural shape, not dressage with pull on the mouth.

wish I had the money,,, very expensive sport

@yandisamqaqa9734

3 жыл бұрын

Not if u start off with just lessons for about a year or two then lease a horse then when u have enough money buy a horse

@RogerDiotte

2 жыл бұрын

Very true though but only if you seek out the high end areas and the beautiful horse farms! For a few thousand and a few hundred a month (that is if you live up near Sault Ontario area) you can have a very good quality of living a horse life!