Here's one of my most embarassing face-palm moments. I was probably 17 or 18 at the time, my grandpa had people at the barn looking at a couple mares he had for sale. He asked me to come ride for them that day.
Sent me to the pasture to pull out one of them. Got her in, all tacked up. Took her into the arena and climbed on. Warmed her up and then asked for a spin out of her, when she wouldn't turn I realized I caught the WRONG horse! Darn plain jane sorrels! I was on one of his broodmares that was ridden about 5 times as a 3 year old and stood for the next 5 years....I'm lucky she didn't dump my butt!
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