My first horse was Darcel. She was a saint of a horse, middle aged with some sort of issue which kept her from her job as a team roper. I donít remember what the matter was.
My mother took this picture of my mare and me. I would con her over to the fence after she let me bridle her, and I would bail from the fence to her back. Iíd take off and lope around the pivot, and I would fall off most times about half way. Then Iíd be stuck walking and leading the mare the mile back to the nearest fence to try again. :)
I was always with that mare. I actually remember getting this picture taken. My mom told me to walk her onto the concrete and try standing up. It was the beginning of many later tricks.
Am I not your own donkey, which you have always ridden, to this day? Have I been in the habit of doing this to you? - Balaamís Donkey