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Lets hear all of your fun bucking stories...ones that ended well and/or badly.
Apollo had almost 3 weeks off because he was slightly lame, so he had lots time off to be a horse and relax. Today he was looking 100% better so I decided to ride a bit with my friends. We were riding in the back pasture and we were cantering and he decided to try to turn back to the other horses, plant his front feet, tucked his head and bucked repeatedly. I didn't really realize what he was doing for a second as he took me by surprise but I some how managed to sit through his many bucks, pulled his head up and keep cantering on...He was upset with me for making him leave the group of friends that we were riding with and was seeing what he could get away with...silly horse. He was feeling a bit frisky but I have to admit it was pretty fun and I was pretty proud of myself for staying on.
I was riding a very green filly. don't know what the owner was thinkoing, letting me take her out on the trails. I guess I talked a good line, but anyway, we come to a narrow slightly uphill trail and my buddy starts a canter, with me not so far behind, but the lil' girl got too excited and bucked me off . I held onto the reins when I landed in some soft dirt, so I got a short Nantucket sleighride.
unbeknownst to me, I had scooped up a fair amount of dirt , down my waistband, and later that day , when I went to the dentist for an appt. I took down my pants to use the toilet, and a neat little pile of dirt fell on the floor. I had to ask for a broom to sweep it up and explain how I had soiled the floor in there. kind of embarrassing.
I have posted a couple of these on here before, they were probably the two funniest ones, so sorry for those who have read them before.
I trained this horse for my uncle once, she had a pig attitude, was short stocky and round as a barrel. I had given her her first few rides in the yard and though she hadn’t given me any hint of bucking in the yard I had a gut feeling she would let me have it once we rode out. I saddled her up, rode her about in the yard and she went alright so I thought, “it’s now or never” and we went out of the yard. The yard was on top of a bit of a hill and as we rode out it was fine until she got to the downwards slope of the hill and she let rip. She was kicking so high the cantle was slamming into the small of my back and she was near nocking the wind out of me every time she landed she bucked so hard, and the hill didn’t help. But I had her, and I knew it. I was ready for her and like clockwork first buck I knew I had her. We must have gone for four or five bucks and then she hit the ground again, my eyes were shutting each time she landed she was coming down so hard, but then there was nothing. Everything just stopped. I opened my eyes and looked up and saw her galloping off across the paddock. But nothing made sense. I was still in the saddle!, feet in the stirrups, I had the mecate in hand and the hackamore was out where it should have been, but there was no horse in any of it. She had come down so hard, and probably with her head down between her front feet and her back legs kicking up, and going down a hill, that she just slid straight out of everything.
On another occasion I was working, riding one of my own horses, he was a good going horse by this stage, young, but not green, and me and two other guys were taking a herd of weaners out of the yards and walking to a paddock only about half a mile away. The weaners went fine, the lead guy opened the gat up and lead them onto the water and blocked them up (the trough was just through the gate), I was on the side of them and the third guy bringing up the tail. We had a fence on the other side of them. As they were walking through the gate one weaner thought it would make a break for it but I turned him back easily, but as I was cantering back to the rest of them the horse started bucking. Again, I had him, no problems, he wasn’t really giving it to me, and I was kind of yahooing and carrying on like a fool, a bit cocky. The other guys had the weaners through the gate by this time and were waiting at the gate for me. So I rode out the bucking and thought, just to show off, I would canter the horse up to the gate and set him into a slide op to the gate. Well, all of that went fine till the horse slid to a stop at the gate. As soon as he had stopped he propped and gave a kick up and sent me sailing straight over his head, over the gate and I landed on my back on the other side of the gate me looking up at the horse, him with his head over the gate looking at me. The other guys there near fell over laughing.
When I was about fourteen I was living with my uncle on the cattle station he had back then, big place in north Queensland, and we were out mustering one day. I was riding this old quarter horse and he must have had a sore back or something that no one had noticed but we were all riding along and I turned around to talk to someone and rested my hand on the horses back just behind the saddle skirts, leaning back talking to whoever was behind me. The horse kind of tucked up a bit like he was going to buck but I didn’t really notice it, but my uncle did. He though it would be funny to see what would happen so told me to lean back like that again. So I did, and the horse gave one huge buck and suck back and sent me flying. I still get teased about that 24 years later.
Another time I was at a rodeo/camp draft in southern Queensland sitting up on the rails of the arena watching the camp drafting. I had a skin full of beer and whiskey and when I saw one of the guys I worked with on a cattle station not far away walk by on his horse I thought it would be a fun idea to leap on the horse behind him. So, like the drunken moron I was being, I did. The horse bucked its way through the crowd, people diving everywhere to get out of the way. Needless to say no one was impressed, (thankfully no one was hurt) I think I just ended up jumping off to go find some more beer.
I was being nice (or so I thought) to a fellow boarder at my old barn and got up on her new rescue mare. The boarder told me that the mare had "tons of rides on her, she just needed a refresher" and that she "didn't like the reins to touch her neck." Unbeknownst to me, this mare was sold to the lady as "possibly broke, but we aren't 100% sure she is, and if she is, she needs A LOT of work" and that no one except the BO, the trainer, and the boarder were supposed to even touch the mare.
We got her tacked up and in the round pen, where my friend counter balanced my stirrup and I swung up. My butt wasn't even in the saddle all the way and she threw a little buck. Threw me forward almost onto her neck, but I just pushed myself up and tried for me right stirrup again (crappy synthetic saddle). Apparently it pissed her off that I didn't come off because the next thing I knew, she whipped her head to the side, pinned her ears, and full-on rodeo bucked me. I came off over her right shoulder, my left foot tangled in the stirrup, and when I hit the ground, I blacked out for a second. My friend, who was still in the round pen with me, said that the mare bucked so hard and so high that she overbalanced and landed on her side, then rolled over the saddle and came after me with her ears pinned and murder in her eyes. My friend jumping between us and screaming my name was the only thing that kept me from being trampled to death.
I ended up with a fractured left ankle and was in a splint for a week and a walking cast for two weeks (stupid orthopedist). I still have issues with that ankle. Turns out the mare wasn't broke and almost broke the trainer's nose a couple of weeks later when she was working her and asked her to trot. They made it three circuits around the round pen perfectly fine, then the mare exploded with no warning and started bucking. She had thrown her head down and pulled the trainer forward, then threw her head up and back and caught the trainer right in the face with her poll. I watched the whole thing and, to be honest, it gave me slight vindication that I wasn't the only one that mare tried to kill.
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My usually lazy, though passive resistive at times, Welsh cob had had a good six weeks off work. She's the type you can leave for months and just jump on for a ride. This day I come out, catch her and saddle up without any issues. Five minutes into the ride she suddenly starts kicking, quickly followed by bucking. This took me by surprise as it's very unusual for her but she was determined not to stop. After one rein stopping her I found out why. In the process of us spinning I happened to glance at her flank. There looking a little alarmed is a largish huntmans (for those who don't know a huntsman is a hairy spider usually the size of your palm). Once I evicted the surplus rider my girl returned to her usual non-bucking self and I learnt to check not only the saddle blanket but also the saddle skirts in the future.
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AndrewPL.....that first story had me laughing so hard! Reminded me of times when listening to old cowboys sitting around a campfire trying to out due one another with a good story
Thank you for that!
I don't have many bucking stories because I can't ride a buck to save my life but I do have a funny one with Dani. Three years ago we had a year without a winter and the first ride of the spring was pretty early. The woods behind my house is in low land and the trails were covered with about 4-6 inches of water in places and under that was soft mud. Dani LOVES water. Most horses will paw the water when they are about to lay down, but not Dani. One second we were walking down the trail and the next Dani was laying in the water. I over reacted, kicked her, and yelled at her. She came up bucking. She doesn't buck well so I was able to sit the first two or three bucks but came off the next one. Unbelievably, I landed on my feet, but then plopped down on my butt in all that mud and water. I had to look for a place with a bit of grass to scrape off the mud before I could remount. It was pretty funny and I learned to just relax a moment and gently urge Dani to get up after laying in a puddle. Or better yet, keep her moving so she doesn't get the idea to lay down in the first place. :D
Fruit trucks are the bane of my riding experiences; I don't often ride on the roadside but often it's necessary just to get to a trail, and if you've ever lived in orchard country you know the kind of trucks I mean. They have flat beds or rail sides, loaded with those huge wooden fruit bins. They look innocent enough, but I have been suddenly bucked off so many times because a tiny bit of plastic on one of the bins flapped just as the truck passed us. So one time I was riding with a friend, saw the suspect fruit truck approaching and dismounted. My friend said, what are you doing that for? I said, "those fruit trucks spook my horse every t-" and wham! Her horse bucked her off! It was pretty funny later.
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