Horsing Around

 

I know, you've forgotten more about riding than I'll ever know, and I remember telling two rodeo stars about the Thoroughbred Grey I was training, with help.

me and the youngest

They looked at me blankly, in a nonplussed wtf are you kind of way and I replied, "Hey, just having fun with a horse." They lightened at that, "What it's all about, man." 

Three screws in the hip and a cautionary tale later I'm more cautious and haven't ridden since; maybe that needs to change? But here's the thing, I'm not inclined to get on a half-broke horse anymore, much less a mad Arab. Is that wrong?

Ride on,

LSP

Horse Latitudes

 

A few years back, when the young 'uns were younger than they are today, a kind churchman let us loose on some of his horses. I say loose, we were confined to an arena and, for the kids, a round pen.

Big fun and such a pleasure to ride such well trained animals. Of course my two sons loved it, with the youngest sitting like a Buddha and the eldest, now in Korea, galloping about like a trooper. Fearless, you see.

I ran my horse around the barrels too, though I was told not to. He was, I discovered afterwards, a champ barrel horse with a habit of throwing unwary riders, and I felt foolish. Still, what a lot of fun.

There's something about riding which gets you right down to earth, hopefully not in a painful way. And I know many of you have forgotten more about this kind of thing than I'll ever know. But still, big fun and good for the kids. 

Imagine how important it was for them to break away from computerized serfdom and get out and ride. And you can see, they liked it.

Your Old Friend,

LSP