"We'll put you on Buddy" the ranch hand said to me
"He's about as tall as that there garden shed"
I laughed at his joke as he walked away to retrieve
our horses.
My friend Erika and I were in Penticton on our annual
Girl's Only Holiday and, horseback riding was the thrill
we'd decided on. Last year it'd been tattoos,(Erika got
a panther,I got a tribal sun) and we were giddy with
excitement. I'd never ridden a horse before,although
I'd always admired them,and was both thrilled and terrifed.
I didn't know too much about horses but had read somewhere
that I'd have to show my horse I was the 'boss'. How exactly,
I did not know but I was pretty brave and decided to
take each moment as it came.
Erika had ridden horses many times,but
she wasn't boastful about it, just confident. I'd take a page
out of her book,follow her lead. I'd figure it out eventually,right?
The hand came back with two horses and to be honest I have no clue
what Erika's looked like because I was to busy staring in horror at Buddy.
The joke the hand had made about his size?? Yeah...that was no joke.
He WAS as tall as a garden shed,and just as wide too!
The next few minutes were a blur...I remember a hand on my butt
pushing me up on top and the horse stomping on the hand's foot
(watch your feet!)...and then we were off!
Off with no instruction,off with no advice or thoughful words of wisdom...just off.
*gulp*
There were three of us,and we walked off along a narrow path,through sagebrush
and dry grass up into the hills. I felt waaay too tall up there on my
personal garden shed and struggled to stay vertical,
gripping his sides in fear with my knees.
He stopped to eat grass and then predictably iggnored me when I urged him on.
I didn't want to kick or tug on him too hard,and even when I did he STILL didn't listen
to me. Finally I found the right voice and the right pressure and we were off again.
We passed a woman walking her dog and I carefully nudged good Old Bud past them
without a problem. My confidence grew a bit as we rode along,although I didn't feel ready
to urge my horse into a run when Erika asked if I wanted too. Run? Me?
On this horse? Yeaaah no!
Before I knew it,our two hours were up and we were turning around to come home.
Erika's horse had been on a ride before we'd taken her out with us.
I thought it strange that she'd been given no rest nor water after her
first ride. It didn't seem right that she was going out again so soon.
She looked too hot and tired and she stumbled a bit on our ride.
As I didn't know a thing about horses,never mind their care I decided
to keep my mouth shut. I was already feeling a bit foolish and didn't want to
add to that thought.
While we were making our way back though,Erika's horse stumbled even more until
finally I called out to her "Hon? There's something wrong with your horse!"
Just as the words came out of my mouth,I watched Erika's horse LIE DOWN
and then ROLL OVER!
Erika jumped off just in time,narrowly missing falling down a pretty steep
incline,never mind being crushed!
My heart was thumping,but I got Buddy to stop along with everybody
else and we climbed off our horses while we waited for help.
The ranch hand came out and it was decided that Erika's horse was over heated
(no shit Sherlock) and if Erika could manage,would she ride the guide's
horse back,while the guide walked the other horse? She thought she could and
we were off again. Erika in the lead,Buddy and I,followed by the guide
walking Erika's former horse. The guide had loosened all the straps and
whatnot and the saddle was resting loosely on her back.
We walked along,hearts still thumping but otherwise fine.
Things were going along smoothly until the saddle slipped off the over heated
horse,causing her to scoot forward in a rush of dirt and grass. Buddy heard
all this and REARED UP on his back legs,pressing forward as if to launch into
space, rider or no rider! What happened next was nothing short of amazing.
Somehow,somewhere,if only in that instant, I turned into a skilled rider!
I stayed on his back,pulled on the reins and commanded he stop,which he did.
INSTANTLY! (It really does work when you say Whoah!)
I couldn't believe he stopped.
He actually listened to me..wow!
When we were back on all fours again I felt so confident that I was able to tell him
it was alright,he'd be fine. I told him he was a good boy. For the first time I felt comfortable,
really comfortable on top of my big guy. I wasn't speaking to him to soothe my own nerves.
I really felt that I could keep him safe,no matter what. It was then that I understood what it meant to be the 'boss' of my horse. It wasn't so much about making him do what I wanted him to do,it was more about earning his respect and helping him feel safe with me on top,holding the reins,reigns? Whatever,lol.
The owners apologized to us,for the mis-adventure but honestly? Other than our concern
for the overheated horse,we weren't too freaked out.
It was the highlight of our entire trip and we both got an extra burst of confidence out of our adventure,as Erika was trusted with a horse who's skill level was higher than she was used to. I've not ridden since but I know that the next time I do,I'm going to approach things a lot differently. I'm still not ready for a horse of higher spirits,but the next time I get on my old plodder,I'm going to feel way better than I did the first time!
As an aside:
Durell still thinks to this day that I exaggerate about the size of Buddy.
I have no clue what breed he was,but he kind of looked like a Palomino,only
thicker. Not so graceful. I'd say he was a draft horse but he didn't look like
that either,lol. At any rate,he was big and one day,ONE DAY I will find a way
to make my husband believe me and be suitably impressed,heh.
Did you know the word Palomino refers to the colour rather than the breed?
Neither did I! Anyways,he was that colour and the bottom of his belly came
to the top of my head. I'm 5'8" so you can imagine how freaking tall he was!