|I am a good horse, honest!|
It got up to about 23C and I decided it was time to put a few miles on Alpine. She came to be haltered OK, led to the paddock OK was groomed with no problem and went through all the compliance checks that I normally do before trusting this old bod to the saddle. Everything was copacetic until I went to put my foot in the stirrup. At that point she kept moving away. I am well past the years of vaulting into the saddle!
We did some more ground work and I tried again. Foot in stirrup, weight on foot, ready to swing the leg over and she blew up! Straight forward at a gallop, then into a frenzy of bucking. Shortly after the first buck, I departed. I really had no chance. I landed on my shoulder then my hip. Fortunately, there was no damage except maybe some big bruises by morning and of course there was the pride that went out the window.
I got back up and we did some paddock work for about 45 minutes. She behaved . I did not take her out on the road way. I will save that for tomorrow.
Looking at the positive side, only 85 more involuntary flights and I will have earned the right to be called a cowboy! You are supposed to have 100 to make it so. On the negative side, this bod doesn't bounce as well as it used to!
|It really hurt!|
Boots was a real trooper during all this. He ignored the other two horses and just lay and watched Tucker. He even slept on the front deck overlooking the horse paddock. Dedication!
I can hardly wait for tomorrow! This has been a good one to have in the rear view mirror.