TheRider
12-19-2007, 07:05 PM
When I was growing up we always had horses. And I tended to drift to those with a lot of personality shall we say.
Well as I entered puberty my dad decided to graduate me from those laid back horses to something with a little spirit. So he purchased what I would today refer to as a racking pony. This little horse stood about 13 1/2 hands high had a nicely shaved mane and plenty of spirit.
I grew to love the horse and was the only one that he would let ride him without at least 20-30 bucks of protest.
My little guy was perfect for trail riding except for one minor issue. When we would reach a creek crossing there was always trouble for me or anyone else. He would simply sit to his knee's and then roll on one side and then the other. I always spread my legs wide enough to let him roll, because after the first dunking I realized that I was along for the ride.
To this day the look on anyone new that was riding with us when we reached a creek was priceless and memorable.
Well as I entered puberty my dad decided to graduate me from those laid back horses to something with a little spirit. So he purchased what I would today refer to as a racking pony. This little horse stood about 13 1/2 hands high had a nicely shaved mane and plenty of spirit.
I grew to love the horse and was the only one that he would let ride him without at least 20-30 bucks of protest.
My little guy was perfect for trail riding except for one minor issue. When we would reach a creek crossing there was always trouble for me or anyone else. He would simply sit to his knee's and then roll on one side and then the other. I always spread my legs wide enough to let him roll, because after the first dunking I realized that I was along for the ride.
To this day the look on anyone new that was riding with us when we reached a creek was priceless and memorable.