It all started when a friend came out to the barn to help me with my TB. She rode for a bit and then I jumped on him (naughty i know..) brace and all. We did great... for about three cirles, then I asked him to lope. He did. check. Then He stopped, so i urged him on ane he went straight up. Now normally, I would just lean iN, squeeze hard and ride it out... NOPE! That dang brace kept my from using my left thigh to squeeze in, so instead, after a failed attempt, I just slid right off his back onto my bum. I rolled and covered my face, anticipating the kick... but it never came That stupid horse just stood there with his ears back waiting for me. So I got up, dusted off, remounted and rode him again. I win. I always win.
Then we went out and rode my friends horses. Then we roped. Then we went out and looked at (and rode) a big gorgous paint QH gelding I am looking at buyin. He rocked my socks. I really want him.
Anyway, the sun was in and out, the hail came and went, but it was a good weekend. (Minus the butt bounce)
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