Have you ever had one of those days when you know everything is all wrong and you have no business being in the saddle, at least not on the particular horse you are trying to ride?
By now, I should know better. In all my years with Kobi, I should know better than to ride him during strong, gusty winds – during those times, he forgets he’s not straight off of the Nevada plains.
Yesterday was not the ideal day to be riding, it was cool, damp, overcast and a steady breeze was blowing. Since it had been a couple of days since my last ride, I went for it.
Kobi was fine being tacked up, but as soon as I had him out of his stall and mounted, he became a different horse. I couldn’t even tell what his first spook was about, but did the safe thing – I dismounted and grabbed a longe line. Not our favorite thing to do together, but not a bad idea when his mind is on the wind monster and not on me. He did surprisingly well on the longe line and joined up, so I felt it was safe to re-mount.
I had already decided we would not be doing any canter work since I didn’t want him losing his mind at a high rate of speed, so we stayed at a trot. Things went beautifully until the neighbor’s children came out to play.
Have you ever noticed how boys who haven’t hit puberty yet, scream like girls?
Kobi and I did! The more they boys screamed with glee, the more agitated Kobi became. Knowing when to call it quits (preferably when I’m still seated), I turned Kobi back to the barn and worked on ground manners instead.
Tomorrow is another day!