09-11-2010, 07:31 PM
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Taking my then fiance now hubby for a trailride down an old road, through a harvested wheat field then through a corn field and into the bush. I was in the saddle for the first time in 6 months and the horse was on a new medication and acting like a 3 year old. Started racing my friends horse and my quiet trailride turned into a gallop cross country over ditches with the horse bucking and rearing and me being thrown out of the saddle and riding on the horses neck. I got him under control and dismounted, turned to my friend and fiance who where riding up extreamly worried and did a huge bow. My fiance thought I was crazy when I got back on the horse and hand galloped hi across the same field. This time under control to put him back in his place. My friend just laughed and clapped and asked if I was going to give in to her constant advice that I join a rodeo to ride saddle broncos for money since with a saddle I don't ever seem to come off. Bareback not so much but with a saddle (well a properly fitted one anyways) I always managed to stay on the half crazy horses she put me on.