Annual Flying Lesson

I’ve been riding Skigh more and more, with more and more calm moments than ever.  I’m getting pretty good at riding through her unravelings.flying horse and jockey

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Anyone who knows me or has ridden with me knows that I do my best never to pull on my horse’s face with both hands.  So, I must make this confession:

On Thursday, I was riding Skigh in a big outdoor arena, and one of her pasture mates came by with a rider on board.  They were walking along the lane next to the arena, sedately and slowly.  We trotted past, and suddenly Skigh whirled to look at the other horse.  I was riding on a completely loose rein, and I committed the cardinal sin:  I pulled with both hands.  Skigh’s front end went straight up, I quickly dropped one rein and began bending her, but I was a moment too late . . . and off I went towards the inside of the circle.  No harm, no foul, just a shiner on my right cheek.  (Yes, that one.)

In the three years we’ve been together, I’ve gone off three times.  The first two were full on buck-offs and I never had a chance of riding through them.  So, progress!

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