Things happen to me.
I fancy myself a pretty good hand with a horse. I feel comfortable multi-tasking while riding. I’ve led pack-strings in the mountains of Wyoming. I’ve had cowboys let me hold calves with a rope while they doctor. You know …. western cowboy stuff.
I’m used to riding a horse and letting him decide where to put his feet and what not to run into.
I have faith in my horse. The 4-Wheeler ? Not so much.
The other day I rode out on the 4-Wheeler to catch Pardner back up after having him turned out over the holidays. No problem. I’ve done this dozens of times.
We find him, catch him, and head back to the barn. “We” is two Border Collies and one Ubiquitious Little White Dog. At the same time, I’m still perfecting my “Over the Shoulder” technique with the camera.
We’re clipping along at a pretty good pace and I notice Paint galloping freely beside us. I think “Oh, won’t that make a great snapshot!” So I start snapping away with my camera over my shoulder and to the side.
I have two hands doing three tasks. Driving the 4-Wheeler, holding Pard’s lead rope and taking the pictures. This does not add up correctly.
Then Paint cuts ahead of us on the dirt road and I don’t think too much of it. I glance back to see what Pard’s doing and ………. WHAM!I rear-ended my own horse. For some reason, Paint either stopped or slowed down and I slammed into the back of him just like on the freeway. He kicked my headlight out in self-defense, Pardner sucked back jerking the lead rope out of my hand, and off they went. All I can do now is watch. I’m so proud of myself.
They made a big circle and them came back. We were sitting, watching from the 4-Wheeler (3 dogs and me).
Like a fool I got off and stepped towards them to catch Pardner back up.
I’m feeling really handy right now. But I know Pard. And I know he’s dragging his lead rope. And I know he will get his dumb ass hung up at some point.
Luckily, they head for the barn.
And he did fulfill my prophecy.
Things really do happen to me. But then again, some things never happen. I can attest to it. My horse will never crash into the rear-end of another horse. My horse will never run out of gas or refuse to start because I filled it with diesel by mistake. My horse will not fall in a hole, get high centered, get stuck in the mud, run into a tree or get a flat. These things have never happened.
But then in defense of the 4-Wheeler ; when I fall off of it, it has never run to the barn and made me walk home.
Nor has it ever sucked back and broke it’s bridle while we were sorting calves and ran off and made me ford a creek in freezing weather to catch it while worrying about it rolling with my saddle on it’s back that is worth more than he is.
That has never happened.
Love, Cowgirl Red aka Terah
P.S. That part about fording the creek …… it happened last week.
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