I used to bomb around our local pony clubs x country course bareback on my arab without a bridle! She had twine around her neck. Insanity? I think so. I often wonder where the heck my mother was. |
There was a large pasture beside my house that ran into our property, whom the owners bred APHA's and every Spring all the way to when the snow first fell, they kept their Brood Mare's and their babies out there.
I would make makeshift "bitless bridles" out of hay bale twine, and go out and hop on whatever mare would let me get close enough to put that contraption on them.
I never once thought "is this horse broke?" "How broke is this horse" "What could or will happen to me?"
Nope. I just hopped on and went for a ride. Did it everyday.
The things we did when we were young. Looking back, I wonder how I stayed alive.