Fall # 1 (you think your's is embarassing)
I had been working this older horse that had a cold back. I always warmed him up in the arena doing free lounging before I got on him. Anyways, the sun was out and we had been working in the small pen/arena, but I said, 'What the hey! Let's go into the bigger arena!". There were two other horses in the arena. I had been told that this horse had done reining, now why couldn't I believe that? :roll: Oh yea, that's right because it's western pleasure and cutting in that region back than! :roll: So anyways we were cantering, and I asked him to halt, needless to say my feet came out of the stirrups, and I went flying over his 16.1 hh head. He had slid on his but, and righted himself to quickly. He didn't mean it, that is what he was trained to do, and his training came kicking in and told him to slid. And when I was on the ground, he looked at me like, 'I'm sooo sorry! Don't be mad! You asked me to halt and I did!' I never blamed him and I never will. After I fell I asked myself, 'Am I dead?' and two, 'Did I break anything?'
I had been working this horse in my lesson. Had ridden him on several other occasions, and he was being good, being a little bit too good, that was making me suspecious 8) . He usually tries to bolt or something else as ridiculous, and he knows that I will correct him all the time..... go firgure. Anyways we were working on getting him collected at the canter. His canter uncollected is like driving down a construction zone with a bunch of pot holes going 20 mph, plus asking him to collect rocks him back on his hind end, and he has to use his back legs and not his front. And we were working in small strides, 7 strides here trot a few strides, pick up the canter for another 7 strides, fall back to the trot. Anyways he was feeling good, and I yelled at my instructor if I should just let him keep going, and she said yes. Than we came to this corner, he swirved and went screaming down the side of the arena. I gave up trying to turn him (big thick neck, and hard mouthed), so I tried to jump ship (hey I've done it a few times, but these times they weren't jumping up and down). He wasn't bucking, I've sat a buck before, he was simply being a pain. I had both feet out of my stirrups, was about to swing over, than he jumped again, I fell sideways, needless to say I don't ride that horse anymore........ I took count of my injuries, I slid probably 4 ft from where I fell, my boot came off and slid another 4 or 5 ft, and bruises galore on my lower back, mud embeded into my breeches (jeans tend to make me chap, and in winter it's 5 x's as bad.......), mud on my sock. Jammed one finger, got scrapes on my arm. And the back of my hoodie was covered in mud..... I also had to curl up into a ball (well when the wind gets knocked out of ya, and your sort of in pain, it's kinda hard.) Because I heard him coming and I didn't want to be stepped on. Have made way to many non-horse related inccidences to wind up, once agin in the ER, oh so much fun. Not.
How did I stay in the saddle? Easy. Horses are not inatimate objects. They are living breathing creatures that have minds of their own. And thus they can come up with challenges sometimes. Not saying I don't love them, I do, but I like the challenge more