Random throwback picture of the SFF as a yearling (two years ago) |
This memory monday was quite some time ago and of course, as I get older, the details fade. I was still in high school and was working at the summer camp. Traditionally, both the kids and staff were assigned to ride a certain horse for the week. If a horse was injured or was sore, some horses could be shuffled around to make sure everyone was covered.
This particular morning, my usual steed had been commandeered by someone else. I looked across to view my remaining selections.
Not much.
Cool.
This particular morning, my usual steed had been commandeered by someone else. I looked across to view my remaining selections.
Not much.
Cool.
I was also running out of time, so I had the hard choice between a very arthritic, ancient Quarter Horse gelding or a tall, 16.2hh Palomino gelding. I chose the big guy since my group of kids were going to be doing some more trot & canter work and I thought it would be nicer than working the old gelding too hard.
I managed to belly up on the big gelding bareback and caught up with my group that was getting ready to head out. The palomino felt fine as we meandered out. He had some time off as he had some off and on soundness issues, so I was a little concerned for his behalf, but he seemed fine.
I managed to belly up on the big gelding bareback and caught up with my group that was getting ready to head out. The palomino felt fine as we meandered out. He had some time off as he had some off and on soundness issues, so I was a little concerned for his behalf, but he seemed fine.
The lessons in the field went well. Capture the flag, discussing canter leads, a mini trail ride were all part of the adventure. I was cantering back when the gelding's head dropped between his knees.
Egads.
Egads.
Now, I have dealt with a lot of stupid horse behavior, but not so many buckers. I really didn't have much of a clue how to push one through it. Rearing, sure. Bolting, adept. Spooking, second nature. Bucking=??
So, it was easily determined in the 2.3 seconds I had to think about it that my steed was bucking. No saddle though. This was a big horse in a hilly field. It was probably going to hurt.
Another friend was nearby on her horse and I remember my desperate plea: "What should I do?"
I'm not sure what my exact logic was in asking someone else, since I obviously had more immediate goals at the moment. I remember pushing myself off of his mane and back onto his back for a few follow up bucks and then he settled down without a further peep.
Another friend was nearby on her horse and I remember my desperate plea: "What should I do?"
I'm not sure what my exact logic was in asking someone else, since I obviously had more immediate goals at the moment. I remember pushing myself off of his mane and back onto his back for a few follow up bucks and then he settled down without a further peep.
At the end of our ride, I dismounted and ended up laughing as I picked the long white hairs off of my pants. I literally had stayed on by the seat of my pants.
How about you guys? Do you remember some of your first encounters with misbehavior in your horses? How did you handle the situation?