I guess he was testing me... I don't really know why. So off I go, thank God for my helmet, I hit the fence of the roundpen ... and of course in the mud. I was fine, other than some bruises -- and a bruised pride.
I got back on again... after I ran the energy out of him. I just made him run, and run, and run ... I had to have help from the barnowner to keep him running (I was out of breath) ... I didn't much like having to do it, but I had to smack him on the butt with the whip to get him going after that (he just stood there otherwise). Once he respected the whip again (ouch, that is going to hurt me!) I could just snap the whip behind his butt and he got going.
I definitely learned yesterday that horses aren't all sunshine and roses ... you HAVE to let them know who's boss. This doesn't include out and out hurting or scaring the horse ... I think it's kinda like spanking a kid when he's being naughty. No matter the reason why he bucked, he has to learn that it's a no-no when I'm on him.
Once I got back on him -- and boy, is he different than Blackie! He stood still as a statue -- I rode him around for a bit and learned my next two lessons. The reins I have SUCK (I bought a hackamore and put a bit on it ... the reins are like English reins with plastic in the middle, and they're even shorter than English reins!) so I'm definitely getting split reins ... and, I'm going to have to be a real cowgirl and get spurs. No matter how hard I kicked him, he would not move unless he wanted to. Which wasn't. So -- off to Spruce I go to get split reins and spurs. The owner also wants me to get cowboy boots rather than wear my paddock boots ... which I will keep in the back of my mind, but it's not a priority right now. It's really hard for me to find proper fitting boots -- I was in a marching team when I was younger and my calves are bigger than most girls'. (The reason he wanted me to get cowboy boots is because they slip off easier than paddock boots if something happens ... but I have to squish my feet in so much anyway they probably wouldn't come off that easy!)
So I walked him around, got him to spin a wee bit (yup, got a Clyde to spin!) I got back off so that the barnowner could adjust the stirrups (by the way, my saddle fits me and Magnum perfectly -- I just have to get a cut out pad) and got back on again to test the stirrups. I dismounted onto a chair (he's just so high up it's hard to do otherwise -- trust me, I know it's not very safe) and I hit the chair wrong, knocked it over and spooked Magnum. The barnowner said I should get back on and off again so that Magnum doesn't remember being spooked but remembers me dismounting calmly so that's what I did. I ended up mounting and dismounting four times! Good practice.
So that was my first ride with Magnum!
(I welcome critics but please don't get mad at me as I'm still learning about all this Western business.)