Gotta_Ride.jpg
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My brother's pony, but he didn't want to ride him, so I rode all 3 of the POAs ,we had on the farm. I was too young to have fear, so I rode, usually bareback, out in big pastures. I'd set up jumps. If they took my bridle or halter away to ground me--I'd simply put a piece of binder-twine around my pony's nose (make-shift hackamore). It's your body language the horse responds to, anyway. Perhaps not so bright to be out galloping in huge pastures with no one home, but myself (age 10-12)--but it was what I lived for and had asked for since the age of 2. Something Divined was up with that. I never got injured or thrown from any horse I've ridden, including a young, green Arabian filly I trained, when I was near 30 years old. The seat I earned as a kid, stays with me. I'm by no means a perfect rider, but it is the one gift/desire I've always had. Riding is an amazing workout-;though, I didn't realize it at that age. For me, it was just fun. I'd go out, early, early in the morning and slide from one horse to another for entertainment, since no one would wake up and play so early. The horses trusted me. When I had spent an hour or so sliding from one horse to another, I went and dragged out a 70 lb. bale of hay and launched 3 slices into different places, so they could all eat. We didn't have cable. We had 70 lb. bales of hay. Fields to bale up and one riding ring I spent 3 hours/day training for the next show. Those were good days. |
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Source | originally posted to Flickr as Gotta Ride | ||
Author | velcrodobes | ||
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