Join Date: Apr 2008
Location: Gallant, Alabama
My first gallop was on my uncle's horse (he's retired now and lives wih my cousin who dotes on him hand and foot).
I was just getting used to really riding... I had only ever walked before this time, and I was riding with my friend (who was riding my uncles other horse). It was almost dark and we were talking while riding side-by-side on the road.
Keep in mind that the gelding I was riding was a... near 17 year old Arabian who ACTED like a five year old and was pretty high-strung at the time... and the mare my friend was riding was a... 16-ish Racking Horse who had a major bucking habit...
Anyway, my friend and I didn't know it, but another of our friends was coming up behind us on the road FAST with her four-wheeler (and, unlickily for me, the gelding I was riding loved to chase motorcycles, four-wheelers, and three-wheelers...)... She passed right between my friend and I without slowing down and the next thing I knew, the gelding I was riding took off at a dead gallop after the four-wheeler. The mare my friend was riding took off a second later at a dead gallop trying to catch up with us.
No matter what my friend and I did, we couldn't get the horses to stop. They literally were running away with us! It was scary at first... the horses took off at a very curvy hill called ''Dead Man's Curve'' (named so because a guy had a car wreck and was killed driving through there) that dropped off real bad on one side. The horses ran at a full tilt gallop all the way back to my uncles house, which was about a mile.
By the time they stopped at my uncles house, my friend and I were urging them on instead of trying to stop them.
It was SOOO fun once the initial fear was gone!
Ever since then, I've galloped at least once (most times more than once) every single time I go riding, which is about twice to five times weekly (I try to ride that much, anyway)...
Horseshoe Loop Farm: Home of Gypsie (1994 TWH mare), Dakota (2006 TWH gelding), Jo (2012 TWH filly) & Minnie (1992 Paint mare)