WATER BOTTLE
The instruction said to bring a water bottle.
I had one that is insulated and had a little cup.
And like in the cowboy films, it would hang from the saddle horn.
Very posh. I hate drinking out of plastic bottles.
I soon found out that sitting on a horse on a hot day
dying of thirst is not the time to pratt about with a cup.
I had an awesome day today.
It started well; I got the saddle onto the horse unaided.
I always get it checked and rechecked just before I get on;
I'm not about to fall of because of a loose saddle.
After breakfast, we were going to round up a couple of strays,
then head for the haunted house about eight miles away
where we would have lunch.
The weather was still cool and overcast so I opted for layers.
Halfway through the ride I was overheating.
I took my wetproof jacket off and laid it over the saddle in front of me.
I was walking along next to one of the wranglers
saying how gallous I must look, riding with one hand now.
I had to explain that gallous was sort of showing off
and usually ends up with a fall.
At that moment my jacket slid off the saddle.
The horse jumped all of four feet off the ground.
I squealed; the horse . . . how shall I put it . . .
Expelled a large amount of wind. "That wasn't me," I said.
The wrangler I'd been talking to said it was the horse;
if it had been me, I'd have been riding higher in the saddle.
"I've been taught to sit deep in the saddle." I replied.
We had a good laugh about it and as both the horse and I
were fine we went on our way.
After lunch I went back with a couple of others
as the ride on the afternoon was going to be a bit adventurous.
Photo thanks to L Costanza
I got the chance to try log moving with a beautiful Percheron.
Photo thanks to L Costanza
I earned my chinks, so the metamorphosis is complete.
Tomorrow I ride out as a cowgirl to move bulls with the group. Yeehaa
(And that Elle better watch out next time she doesn't come when called!)
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