I rode him out and was thinking, gee he's kinda logey today. At the arena I got off and stretched my legs and noticed that the cinch was really loose. "Hm m m. Maybe I should tighten that. Naw, that's ok, I am just going at a walk, and I am balanced enough I could ride him without one " (minor exageration , but sounds good for this story).
So, I meet up with a friend and as we are riding at a walk away from the arena , and just as I was saying over my shoulder to her, "Mac is really lackluster today", Mac spins violently to the right. The saddle slipped left and I was clinging to his left side. As we spun around I see out of the corner of my eye, her horse spinning and the rider (about 60 years old) tumble to the ground. I was haning so far off the left side, I tried to get Mac to take one more step to kind of "lift" me so I could get enough of my body over his backbone to kind of "skootch" the saddle back up, but no deal. And I reached over his back but there was nothing to pull myself up with (Mac has almost no mane ) Gravity took hold, the saddle completed it's journey around his belly and I rolled into the muck.
Of course, my next thought is "OH NO! He's going to go bonkers with the saddle under his belly!" I am up and tryint to lift the heavy saddle far enough to reach and undo the latigo. Of course, Mac is fine.
He's so cool about that, but felt the need to spin with ZERO warning!
Anyway, we two old ladies had a laugh and went on our ride.
I don't know if that qualifies for another punch on my frequent faller card. Probly not , 'cause I wouldn't have come off if
I HAD PROPERLY TIGHTENED THE CINCH!!!! ( I am a do-do)