My large white friend:
|"OH GOD THERE'S WATER DRIPPING OFF THE ROOF DON'T LEAVE ME HERE ALONE"|
Nearly got the better of me this morning. He'd managed to get himself a long weekend with a loose front shoe I didn't wan't to risk him tearing off until Farrier could come out to do him. Combine that with rapidly plummeting temps and his already coked out tweaker brain, he came out of his stall looking for anything to lose his shit over.
|"OH GOD IT'S COMING FOR ME ISN'T IT"|
I made a smart life choice and stuck him on the longe first. He's usually a lazy plug to longe, but the second I stepped away from him he blasted off into a power trot and kept himself going. Perfect, I thought. He's such a fatty still that he'll be tired and reasonable by the time I get on.
Yeah, he wasn't. He was still feeling super fresh when I swung aboard and I immediately went to work keeping his spinning wheels focused. Poles, lateral work, lots of smaller circles, and changes of directions finally got him to the point where he started to come back down to earth. He remained steady at the trot and was actually being super with the pole exercises I had set up all around the ring.
Then we passed one end of the ring that we'd already passed a hundred times, and he pulled his classic teleportation at a high rate of speed spook move while I was mid-post. My ass was literally hovering over air while I stood upright in my right stirrup. My left leg was like a vice against the left side of the saddle, refusing to complete the unplanned dismount. Fortunately at that point, his fat self was like, "Wait, whut?" and he'd slowed to a walk. I grabbed a handful of mane and plunked my ass back into the center of the saddle and booted him right back over to where we'd left.
|nothing but drunk gold fish between those pony-sized ears|
I haven't fallen off in well over a year, but between Shooter and Pongo it's bound to happen sooner rather than later. Do your no stirrup homework, kids. It gives you thighs of steel that turn into excellent ass-saving devices.
What about you? When was the last time you had an involuntary dismount?