On Sunday, I threw my jump saddle on Connor and thought I'd pop him over a few things in the indoor. We hadn't jumped in a while, and the schooling HT we might do is in a month, so it's high time we found our sea legs again.
|From a ride earlier in the week in which we hacked around the big field|
They're almost finished with expanding the outdoor, so the bales of footing that have sat in the corner since last fall on a pallet were gone, leaving just the pallet and plastic wrap. I let Connor puff and blow and grow six inches over it at the walk until he seemed moderately convinced it wasn't a mountain lion, and after a while, picked up the trot. As we approached it again and he got tense, I started to say his name in a soothing tone of voice and...
That was too much! His brain exploded at the sound of my voice and his body followed. I don't really know what happened, but he levitated about 10 feet to the left in the blink of an eye and unseated me.
First I found myself hovering above him looking at the ground, thinking "This it is, this is how my streak of never having fallen off a Welsh Cob (6.5 years!) and never having fallen off Connor (5 years!) ends!"
|All the way back to when I broke Baby Shae in college, I have never come off a Welsh Cob. And I have ridden many: Shae, Dillon, Aviator, Dundee, Connor, Rory, Tristan...I think that's the whole list.|
Then, I found myself sitting up and still on him, but sitting on his withers, in front of the saddle, with my left foot still in the stirrup and my legs around his neck. To his credit, Connor's natural reaction to someone sitting on his neck was to throw his head in the air (while still trotting). If he'd put it down, I would have been a goner.
I kicked my foot out of the stirrup in case I bit it, planted my hands on his neck and pushed myself back in the saddle. And then you better believe we spent the rest of our warmup next to that stupid pallet, until he was too tired to curve his body away from it (but I'm pretty sure there was probably still side-eye being given).
This horse, always keeping life interesting but never (really) dangerous.