WRONG! We started out alright. He was looking around, but walking along willingly. We got the top of the largest field, and were still well within sight of the barn when he spotted something in the distance and went into frozen statue mode. It quickly blew up into an "I wanna go home" tantrum. I lost count of how many one rein stops, bucks, rears, spins, and backing up occurred, but it was not the relaxing ride I was looking for. I'm surprised I came back mounted and again love love love my sticky synthetic saddle. You just don't come out of those things. We ended up heading back to the barn in shoulder-in position the entire way to prevent a bolt. Sooooo much fun. Got back to the barn and worked his butt off in the ring for the next hour.
Anyone else have a less than pleasant ride lately?