tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602045830931362686.post8863733866864102285..comments2023-04-29T07:22:14.482-06:00Comments on Wilsons' Wild Ones: Oopsie-DaisyGunDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965363044411500380noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602045830931362686.post-47838522866334496422010-02-26T13:05:36.425-07:002010-02-26T13:05:36.425-07:00Well, MM, I wasn't going to admit to everybody...Well, MM, I wasn't going to admit to everybody that I was pooping horsehide for a week, but now that you've let that little cat out of the bag...<br /><br />T!nk, given some of the situations you've been in, I think I would have poo'd myself if the roles had been reversed.<br /><br />Quixy - I hate how well horses can communicate when they thing you've done something stupid.<br /><br />Linda - I've only had to walk back from a ride twice; once was planned, I knew I'd have to send the horse back, but the other one just plain sucked. Two and a half mile hike in the rain with two scared and pissed-off guests. Oh, now that was a joy.GunDivahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02965363044411500380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602045830931362686.post-91857265160994012252010-02-26T11:01:03.440-07:002010-02-26T11:01:03.440-07:00Adrenaline! That's probably how you stayed on...Adrenaline! That's probably how you stayed on. Looking back at things that happen on trail rides, I always wonder why I'm not dead. But, in the moment, sometimes your brain just kicks in and does the right thing at the right moment. For the record, I have only been on one bareback trail ride, and it didn't go well. The end result was me walking through the desert back to the barn and the horse arriving back, riderless, much earlier than me.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14303523299217618526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602045830931362686.post-57116497924966275992010-02-25T14:57:55.723-07:002010-02-25T14:57:55.723-07:00Hahaha! We used to ride bareback a lot as kids, an...Hahaha! We used to ride bareback a lot as kids, and I remember riding my friends crazy Arab guy for her when she broke her foot, I was riding him back to his barn when he spotted a bucket in the yard and spooked, her reared straight up (like fucking vertical!!!!) and I was left hanging down his back with just a fistful of mane to keep me off the ground. Of course, my grip let go and I found myself standing behind him, I skee-daddled out of the way, he came down and danced around a bit, thne looked at me as if to say "what are you doin all the way over there?". My friend never stopped laughing the whole time...Quixotichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17378864818017610840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602045830931362686.post-332378705814878142010-02-25T13:33:40.162-07:002010-02-25T13:33:40.162-07:00LoL @ Mrs. Mom's comment.
I would have pooed ...LoL @ Mrs. Mom's comment.<br /><br />I would have pooed myself out of fear.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7602045830931362686.post-79480451254651085032010-02-25T07:19:52.973-07:002010-02-25T07:19:52.973-07:00Nope. It was the supreme ability our tush's ha...Nope. It was the supreme ability our tush's have of sucking up seat cover, or in this case, horse hide ;)Mrs. Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com