Ok so my first time was a few weeks ago. I was riding with my boyfriend's mom on a horse named Max because my horse Tex had stepped on a nail and was still healing (he's completely fine now). We decided to ride down a road near her house and close to some fast and busy roads. At the end of the road there was a trail we were going to ride on. Just as we get to the entrance Rascal, Lisa's horse, saw a little bird. Now one thing you need to know about Rascal is that he loves to spook when he isn't the least bit scared of something. So he sees the bird and I know there's gonna be trouble so I brace for impact because he often runs into me in his mock terror. The problem is that Max has a very wide back and no withers which makes it nearly impossible to find a saddle that fits him well. So true to form, Rascal freaks out at the bird and bolts and Max follows causing me to crash to the ground. As soon as I am off Max starts trotting calmly down the center of the road. We soon realize he's not stopping or coming back and he's heading for the main, very busy road. So Lisa tries to take off after him but Rascal, being aptly named, starts bucking and rearing after him. He did this so the Lisa couldn't catch Max until half a mile later a few feet from the big road. I had to sprint the whole way to keep up. When she caught him I got right back on and we rode the rest of the way home. We had quite the story to tell my boyfriend and her husband when we got back :lol:
