WILD HORSES
....And "For a Few Dollars More" theme
This is awesome guys!
4 months ago
I agree Storm. I love horses; but, they don`t love me. I guess when I was younder i was afraid of them because they were so big.
4 months ago
I sure wished we had more wild herds-they are beautiful when they run wild and free.
4 months ago
Yes I do agree with you Silver on that one.
4 months ago
yes but now they do the wild hore roundups to distroy them. That is so sad
4 months ago
Wild "hore" round-ups???!!.........LOL/LOL!!!!
4 months ago
I very much like horses. Would like to have room for a couple miniatures.
But the horses don't seem to appreciate me. First ride - on a very nice and beautiful mare. She had a foal in the barn. My ride was cut short that day.
Next ride was with my sister - a certified horse trainer. I wish she might've spent more time instructing me and the horse she had chosen for me to ride. Sister decided that we should ride bareback (sounded kinda crazy & lazy to me - but all us siblings are).
So, here I am climbing a horse does not know me nor I she - I even tried the breath in the nose. And she was a very nice ride but for one major fault. Her back/spine was a razor blade! What was she thinking? So we rode out to what she thought was a nice place to stop for a while and I explained my problems with this beautiful horse. She, of course laughed and offered her horse (George) to me for the return trip. I immediately agreed! George was like sitting on the finest velvet couch imaginable. Just great! Then we realized that we had entered a field with many bulls. Sister traveled on. I figured that's cool and that George would carry me out of trouble too. With all of the bulls eying us (no kidding!) George decided it was time for one of his humorous (to him) moves. He dropped his head and lowered his front legs. This did lead to my ending up on the ground. I looked at George and he was looking at me with a smile (Damn horse). It even seemed as if the bulls were laughing at me though they maintained their stares. George (he was a big guy) did not make my get up and go easy. Riding bareback in a field of bulls that are very interested in the goings on. Well, I guess I wasn't riding bareback. I wasn't riding at all! I don't remember how but I was able to get back into my velvet couch for the remainder of the trip. I could at least steer the equines. The final horror came when I got home. I'm not sure if this qualifies for what sounds like something minor - saddle sore. I had a blister fully 6" around on my lower back and yep, my ass. My wife was horrified in between her giggles. I wonder to this day why I was given the razorback horse to ride.
For those of you that have never ridden a horse, DO IT! The perspective from on high is terrific! Almost like riding a bike 10' higher than normal. Avoid the razorbacks. Sounds almost treasonous since I was born in Arkansas.
But the horses don't seem to appreciate me. First ride - on a very nice and beautiful mare. She had a foal in the barn. My ride was cut short that day.
Next ride was with my sister - a certified horse trainer. I wish she might've spent more time instructing me and the horse she had chosen for me to ride. Sister decided that we should ride bareback (sounded kinda crazy & lazy to me - but all us siblings are).
So, here I am climbing a horse does not know me nor I she - I even tried the breath in the nose. And she was a very nice ride but for one major fault. Her back/spine was a razor blade! What was she thinking? So we rode out to what she thought was a nice place to stop for a while and I explained my problems with this beautiful horse. She, of course laughed and offered her horse (George) to me for the return trip. I immediately agreed! George was like sitting on the finest velvet couch imaginable. Just great! Then we realized that we had entered a field with many bulls. Sister traveled on. I figured that's cool and that George would carry me out of trouble too. With all of the bulls eying us (no kidding!) George decided it was time for one of his humorous (to him) moves. He dropped his head and lowered his front legs. This did lead to my ending up on the ground. I looked at George and he was looking at me with a smile (Damn horse). It even seemed as if the bulls were laughing at me though they maintained their stares. George (he was a big guy) did not make my get up and go easy. Riding bareback in a field of bulls that are very interested in the goings on. Well, I guess I wasn't riding bareback. I wasn't riding at all! I don't remember how but I was able to get back into my velvet couch for the remainder of the trip. I could at least steer the equines. The final horror came when I got home. I'm not sure if this qualifies for what sounds like something minor - saddle sore. I had a blister fully 6" around on my lower back and yep, my ass. My wife was horrified in between her giggles. I wonder to this day why I was given the razorback horse to ride.
For those of you that have never ridden a horse, DO IT! The perspective from on high is terrific! Almost like riding a bike 10' higher than normal. Avoid the razorbacks. Sounds almost treasonous since I was born in Arkansas.
4 months ago
LOL!!!...Ha,Gort...your sister was getting even with you about something,old boy!!!
That was hilarious...and,yes,it is like riding a bike 10 ft. off the ground!
That was hilarious...and,yes,it is like riding a bike 10 ft. off the ground!
4 months ago
Well, I got near a horse when I was a younin and I guess I was afraid of them cause they were so big. Instead of starting me off with a pony, they tried putting me on a gelding. Oh my. That horse knew I was scared of it and fortunately the ground was soft......
4 months ago
LOL....I haven't ridden but a few horses in my life,but when I was a kid,I would gallop around and pretend to be one,I drew them all the time....I think a lot of young girls have a fascination with them.
I guess because they are so beautiful....
I guess because they are so beautiful....
4 months ago
