Yesterday was looking like a pretty good day for my grand daughter and me to take the younger horses out for a ride. It was cool (30-32 degrees) and the wind was blowing (10-15 mph), but still a good day.
Except that when it's cool, the horses start "feeling their oats" and get kind of bouncy. And when the wind is blowing, the horses get kind of twitchy. And then there was a bulldozer cutting a new driveway up the mountain side just a hundred yards or so from the horses corral, that was clanking and grinding and roaring, and the horses were concerned about that, too.
Okay, it was a day it would be stupid to take a green horse out on. But stupid won't stop ME from doing something I want to do.
After catching Washoe and Alloy, Ranger ran up to me and asked to be caught, too. Ranger is a lazy turd and NEVER asks to go. But he seemed to want OUT of the pen. He pushed his head into me as I tightened Alloys halter. He REALLY wanted to go. I laughed at him, and we still made him stay, so he went down the hill to the stream and sulked.
The grand kid and I got the horses ready to ride. Washoe got a bareback pad and reins hooked to his halter. Alloy got a full saddle and bit. After saddling, but while he was still tied to the truck, Alloy started a "standing" bucking fit. Just stood there and bucked in place. It scared Washoe enough that he broke his lead rope, looked rather pleased with himself, and started walking back to the corral to hang out with Ranger. He got caught and Alloy settled down, so we climbed on to go for a ride.
The good news is I landed on my feet. Great 2 point landing and I STUCK it.
I mounted in the dirt parking lot in front of the lodge. Alloy took a couple steps with me on his back one way, then we turned and took a couple steps the other way. Then he got to the middle of the paved road out front and BLEW UP. I may have made 2 jumps with him, and then I broke free and sailed off the side and landed on my feet.
ON. MY. FEET.
Alloy kept on bucking beside me and I hung on to the reins. No way I was going to let him loose and get away with that. No way. So I clamped my grip down on those leather ropes and HELD ON! He kept right on bucking and gritting his teeth as he slung his head back and forth...
I feel I must interrupt this narrative to remind my dear readers that even as a small horse, this animal weighs more than five times what I weigh.
He spun me around at the end of the reins and when I finally let go I cartwheeled @$$ hole over tea cup while he continued kicking and stomping every thing in the area.
I was still in the area.
He ran down the hill bucking and stepping on his reins, and finally stopped down the hill. As I limped down the hill to finally catch him in front of the neighbors house I thought...
"That's okay. I LANDED ON MY FEET!"
Washoe, the grand daughter and Juanita watched. I think they had popcorn.
We then went for a very short ride around the parking lot, and I got off and hobbled with him around the block.
As I turned Alloy loose in the corral after the "ride", Ranger looked over at me and said...
"I telled you that you should take me."
Yup buddy. Of the two of us, you're the smart one.