Join Date: Jul 2008
Location: Middle Tennessee
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Like many others, I’ve had too many times to remember them all.
The most stellar, however, was the time I decided to leave bullet-proof Duke home and take nervous, dip ‘n spin Rusty on the annual Spring, all day Strolling Jim ride. I was 57 or 58, I can’t remember by now. I shouldn’t wonder why I walk with a cane these days, lol
Rusty’s also an unpredictable kicker so he also wore a red ribbon and I kept him at the tail end of 280 horses —- boy that was asking a lot, lollol
I also ride bareback, so I was hoping Rusty’s high withers would keep me on him if he did do something stupid.
It wasn’t long until we crossed into the llama pasture ———-
The females were quiet and well mannered, as they always were. The male was a holy terror this particular year and, as I later found out, had caused a horse well ahead of me to rear straight up and dump the rider, and caused another horse to dump a rider.
So, here I am well away from the other horses and guess who comes at us with his lips curled —- none other than the male llama. If I thought Rusty could dip & spin before, it was nothing compared to what he did that day, lollol
Rusty was trying hard to listen to me but that llama hissing at him was more than he could handle. In the distance I could hear the drag man hollering “RIDE ‘IM OUT! RIDE ’IM OUT! As Rusty spun -and - spun - some - more.
There was no way I was coming off that horse and have the whole county hear about it so somehow I hung on, lol
I managed to get Rusty stopped and then got off. I always carry a riding crop on Rusty which I ended up needing for the llama because he charged. Bless Rusty who stood still BEHIND me while I managed one good smack on the llama’s face with the crop. It shocked the llama long enough for the drag rider to get to us and drive the llama off.
By then Rusty was so blown, he would not move anywhere unless I walked beside him. The drag man pleaded with me to continue the ride but I explained to him Rusty was too far blown to be safe around other horses. I hand walked Rusty a mile down the road back to the trailer and home we went.
The following year I took Duke and the llama was up to his antics again. This time the llama got his come uppance as Duke went straight after the llama, just like I knew he would, and backed the llama down.
This was the last year I went on the ride as Duke got sick the next year. And that tells me this was 2006, the Rusty incident was 2005 which made me 58 - too old to be “riding anything out” without a saddle ——
A Good Horseman Doesn't Have To Tell Anyone; The Horse Already Knows.
I CAN'T ride 'em n slide 'em. I HAVE to lead 'em n feed 'em Thnx cowchick77.