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A horse is a horse till it spokes with you on its back...then it's a RODEO BULL!
Just a quick update on the lesson today.
Rode Bristol who seemed to be a smidge moody today. Moody like a jackass.
All was going well, cantering through and around barrels, zig zag in and out of cones, practice lead changes....blah, blah, blah... got to the far corner of the ring, tree limbs comes down, the horse looks, I look, the horse does a double take and as fast as he turned his head, we went flying side ways at about 65 miles an hour. My first thought is Maile...little voice inside head says "oh fuck, not this"...we then come to a complete halt for about two seconds, horses head goes way far down then way far up, front feet lift off of the ground, all I see is blue sky, my next thought is Brandy...little voice inside my head goes "please let me stay on like she did". (I think I shut my eyes). I then felt like popcorn. Yup, rodeo queen. Horse bucking in circles like a wild man over and over. I counted 6 full circles. I finally had enough and pulled his chin to his chest and yelled as loud as I could "HO! you Mother Fucker!"
Once we stopped, my trainer came flying over to where Bristol and I where standing. (I've never been so happy to just stand still on a horse). I thought she was going to ask me if I was okay but she didn't. She ran over to say "OH MY GAWD! YOU STAYED ON! YOU ROCK! THAT WAS GREAT! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU, YOU DID EVERYHING RIGHT! YOU GO GIRL" "other than when he reared up, you stood and leaned forward...no no"! Yeah, props for??? Hanging on for dear fricken life! Go me.
Just a quick update on the lesson today.
Rode Bristol who seemed to be a smidge moody today. Moody like a jackass.
All was going well, cantering through and around barrels, zig zag in and out of cones, practice lead changes....blah, blah, blah... got to the far corner of the ring, tree limbs comes down, the horse looks, I look, the horse does a double take and as fast as he turned his head, we went flying side ways at about 65 miles an hour. My first thought is Maile...little voice inside head says "oh fuck, not this"...we then come to a complete halt for about two seconds, horses head goes way far down then way far up, front feet lift off of the ground, all I see is blue sky, my next thought is Brandy...little voice inside my head goes "please let me stay on like she did". (I think I shut my eyes). I then felt like popcorn. Yup, rodeo queen. Horse bucking in circles like a wild man over and over. I counted 6 full circles. I finally had enough and pulled his chin to his chest and yelled as loud as I could "HO! you Mother Fucker!"
Once we stopped, my trainer came flying over to where Bristol and I where standing. (I've never been so happy to just stand still on a horse). I thought she was going to ask me if I was okay but she didn't. She ran over to say "OH MY GAWD! YOU STAYED ON! YOU ROCK! THAT WAS GREAT! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU, YOU DID EVERYHING RIGHT! YOU GO GIRL" "other than when he reared up, you stood and leaned forward...no no"! Yeah, props for??? Hanging on for dear fricken life! Go me.