01-18-2013, 02:34 PM
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Takes me back to my youth!
One dare I will not forget was when we were bringing in the horses to the riding school
The animals grazed on steep hills varying in distance from the stables.
There were five to bring in from the nearest field. All of these were the better ponies, better in that they all show jumped as well as working in the riding school.
As we all walked up to the top where they were grazing one girl, who owned her own pony said "I bet you a shilling that you wouldn't ride Nimbus down without a halter." (Nimbus was her 14.1 pony known for his bucking abilities.
"No, not worth breaking my neck for a shilling."
The others, all financially better off than me, all agreed to pay a shilling.
The only stipulation I made them promise was that they wouldn't hit or chase Nimbus. They all did and I also made them swear on their mothers lives!
They were all grazing near each other. Nimbus was slightly higher than the others. I easily vaulted on him.
I will say the others kept their promises and never hit or chased Nimbus - they just chased the others.
The horses took off at a fast canter down the path which zig zagged down the hill. Nimbus stood and watched, he then stood vertical and, on landing shot forward and started to buck.
I had one hand jammed against his withers and leant right back with my feet shoved so far forward they were practically up his nostrils.
This helped as I used my feet against his face which brought his head up. Bucking stopped and the gallop started. He was well behind the others so, instead of following the path he went straight down the hill, swerving and weaving around the ant hills. He hit the main path just ahead of the others and headed for the gate. I was prepared for him to do a sliding stop or the swerve at the last moment but, he did neither. He jumped the gate.
We were on the road, at a gallop with the other four following.
Nimbus was not the fastest and as the race was on he was soon overtaken by Faro and Trixie.
The gate to the field leading to the stables was open and luckily, way back then, not much traffic because we had to cross the road on a corner.
We went flat out along the field, through the gate to the stables and, the leaders headed straight to the door of the pony stalls.
As the roof was low I had the sense to grab the top of the roof and swing up so I was not decapitated inside.
I was quite pleased with myself in having stayed on!
The other four had to walk in from the field. They refused to pay as I was meant to stop at the gate and, had left my lunch bag at the gate so I had to walk out there and back to get my sustenance for the day.
I never forgave them for that.