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dancinghorse...see a bit of electrobraid glommed onto the metal fence, reach out with whip (while riding stallion) to pop it loose, leaning just a little bit out of the saddle...
Owie.
Capria or ze keed wouldn't have budged--maybe stepped sideways a bit, that was all. I forgot I was riding Mr. Green As Grass, aka Mr. Hormone, aka The World's Most Hypersensitive Equine. Who was already In A Mood for the evening. He leaped sideways. I found myself hanging over air. He leaped back. I grabbed for the bucking strap.
Missed.
He took off bucking like a maniac. I stayed on for a while, saw it was a losing proposition, let go and bounced about fifty feet. Literally ate dirt. Scraped my arm up nicely. Have a huge bruise on my right hip. Am very glad I always wear my helmet when riding the boys. I may look like a mushroom, but I'm a safe fungus.
He was terribly upset and sure the forces of doom would come to annihilate him. He Lost His Human!
Took a while (after some time spent lying down, then sitting up, then limping around and making sure all the parts worked)(oh yeah, sprained thumb, too) to convince him it was OK, I was the world's stupidest human and it wasn't his fault.
Then I got back on and rode back and forth by the Scary Spot until he was sure it wasn't going to pop out at him again. And then he had to help me untack him and put the saddle away because I wasn't walking so well. By that time he had his equilibrium back. It's a terrible humiliation for a Lipizzan to lose his human.
Now I am sitting on a package of frozen peas, having taken a lot of Advil, and feeling like a complete dork.
On the up side, the boots made a nice difference to the steering and the half-halts, experiments in warp technology aside. And da Pook is untraumatized, as he didn't get blamed for me being stupid. (Fairness is a very big deal with Space Aliens.) I see some sacking out in his future--doing various weird things from the saddle, taking jackets off and on, and such. But I'll wait and do it when someone is there to grab him if he goes splooie. Also, will be prepared for said splooie-tude. Preparation is everything.
I didn't have any nerves at all about getting back on. As long as I'm not being an idiot, he's a very safe horse to ride. Just have to get him through the green bits. And not be a complete dork.
Owie.
Capria or ze keed wouldn't have budged--maybe stepped sideways a bit, that was all. I forgot I was riding Mr. Green As Grass, aka Mr. Hormone, aka The World's Most Hypersensitive Equine. Who was already In A Mood for the evening. He leaped sideways. I found myself hanging over air. He leaped back. I grabbed for the bucking strap.
Missed.
He took off bucking like a maniac. I stayed on for a while, saw it was a losing proposition, let go and bounced about fifty feet. Literally ate dirt. Scraped my arm up nicely. Have a huge bruise on my right hip. Am very glad I always wear my helmet when riding the boys. I may look like a mushroom, but I'm a safe fungus.
He was terribly upset and sure the forces of doom would come to annihilate him. He Lost His Human!
Took a while (after some time spent lying down, then sitting up, then limping around and making sure all the parts worked)(oh yeah, sprained thumb, too) to convince him it was OK, I was the world's stupidest human and it wasn't his fault.
Then I got back on and rode back and forth by the Scary Spot until he was sure it wasn't going to pop out at him again. And then he had to help me untack him and put the saddle away because I wasn't walking so well. By that time he had his equilibrium back. It's a terrible humiliation for a Lipizzan to lose his human.
Now I am sitting on a package of frozen peas, having taken a lot of Advil, and feeling like a complete dork.
On the up side, the boots made a nice difference to the steering and the half-halts, experiments in warp technology aside. And da Pook is untraumatized, as he didn't get blamed for me being stupid. (Fairness is a very big deal with Space Aliens.) I see some sacking out in his future--doing various weird things from the saddle, taking jackets off and on, and such. But I'll wait and do it when someone is there to grab him if he goes splooie. Also, will be prepared for said splooie-tude. Preparation is everything.
I didn't have any nerves at all about getting back on. As long as I'm not being an idiot, he's a very safe horse to ride. Just have to get him through the green bits. And not be a complete dork.
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Date: 2004-05-13 03:10 am (UTC)Good luck getting through the soreness of the next couple days.