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fast, unpredictable and hard to control but fun

If I described a horse that way it would mean I was shitting myself from the moment I got up on it and was bloody glad to live long enough to get down from it.  "Fun" normally encapsulates the first three ... sounds very like he was put up on a thoroughbred that was beyond his skills.

by Colman (colman at eurotrib.com) on Mon Nov 5th, 2012 at 12:15:30 PM EST
Thats pretty much how i thought

Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.
by ceebs (ceebs (at) eurotrib (dot) com) on Mon Nov 5th, 2012 at 12:31:11 PM EST
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That is how I would have described our mare when I was 9 years old and she got her head and galloped off with me astride. I mostly kept my feet in the stirrups and held onto the saddle horn and her mane. I was very glad when she slowed to a walk.

"It is not necessary to have hope in order to persevere."
by ARGeezer (ARGeezer a in a circle eurotrib daught com) on Mon Nov 5th, 2012 at 12:34:18 PM EST
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When you were 9 years of age, maybe. The only experienced adult I know who might describe a horse like that hasn't learned one thing about riding in the ten years I've known her. And she's been riding for at least a decade more than I have.
by Colman (colman at eurotrib.com) on Mon Nov 5th, 2012 at 12:48:11 PM EST
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When I was in my mid 30s a friend and his wife had a horse in Topanga Canyon, a rustic, mountainous part of Los Angeles. They were of the opinion that she was too skittish to ride. He was showing me the horse and she was beside a platform about four foot high next to the coral. I sat down on the platform next to the unsaddled horse, patted it for a while and then just slipped onto her bareback. My friend said: "Well, I'll be damned!" Horses know. When I was 9 and wanted to ride our horse I had to talk my father into putting on the bridle, (I could get the saddle on her), and then riding her around the pasture a ways. Then she would be cooperative and walk nicely with me and who ever else I had up behind me. But she would not let me put on the bridle.

The time I discussed above, we had friends over and they had an 11 year old daughter with them. She helped me get the bridle on. We tied a rope around the mare's neck and tied it short to a fence post. That kept her head where I could get to it from a box. After getting the bridle on I got into the saddle and asked Anita to throw a rock at the old workhorse stallion that had been following our mare around. I didn't have a really good understanding of the phrase "in heat". She threw the rock, the stallion ran, and our horse and I ran after him with me pulling on the bridle to no avail.  

"It is not necessary to have hope in order to persevere."

by ARGeezer (ARGeezer a in a circle eurotrib daught com) on Mon Nov 5th, 2012 at 05:42:50 PM EST
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"Fun with horses" is when the sleepy old mare on the dude ranch steps into a bee's nest and runs off with the clueless vacationing city folk...
by asdf on Mon Nov 5th, 2012 at 07:54:43 PM EST
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