Morning Tripsters ... how goes it?
DD wants to take riding lessons, so I have a whole new category to
buy stuff in!!!
Hey Pain! Hey Wharf and Sashwa ...
Sash - it's fun to look around eBay for deals. DD hasn't even set her bum on a horse yet, so I am going to get her used boots and a new helmet, have to protect her egg. LOL
I asked Kami about brands, since I haven't ridden in about 40 yrs, and I think a used pair of really good boots should hold her for a bit.
Oh, and I can shine some boots! (thank you US Navy!)
Having owned, raised, ridden, rodeoed on and bought and sold dozens and dozens of horses, (buried a bunch too), I have come to one very hard and often painful lesson... they are large animals with a leg at each corner and should be avoided at all costs.
Where as the old adage; 'The outside of a horse is good for the inside of man', is indeed true, a corresponding adage should be; 'The outside of a horse WILL rearrange the inside of man... on a frequent basis.'
Admittedly I'm not the brightest crayon in the box and some might question why it took
three decades to learn that multiple broken backs, more fractured ribs than the Mars Company has M&M's, broken feet from horses that are smarter than me who figured out that stomping down on boot encased toes will give them a respite from being saddled... for several days, humans apparently taste like alfalfa, not chicken, and a free meal is always a good thing to them, roping steers at 25 mph is always the best time to show off bucking ability, especially if stock contractors are in attendance and the absolute ideal time to refuse to get into a trailer is when you're running late to pick up a date after a day of roping. Ah, the joys of horse ownership.
Lest we forget, dallying a rope around the saddle horn whilst imitating a Roman Emperor and giving the thumbs down sign at gladiatorial games is a sure and efficient way to lose that particular digit. (Anyone who has rodeoed long enough has a large collection of friends that all go by the same nickname... stubby.)
Do I still wrangle these potential man-mangling creatures? I am happy to say that I have learned there are other areas of life that one can use to turn a large fortune into a very small fortune. Older, much older, and wiser, just a little wiser, I got rid of all the hay burners, (after you break your back enough times it starts to hurt), turned the pasture into a motocross track and now sit on the deck with a glass of scotch and watch my grandson and his friends break their bones. I get a perverse
sense of satisfaction from that.
There is one major drawback from my years in the rodeo arena however; whereas from a cowboy's point of view 8 seconds is a great ride... ladies do not necessarily share that point of view.
(All in all I wouldn't change a minute of my foray into the world of the equine species... well.maybe the very last lingering consequence.)
Jack