chesnutty
Well-Known Member
Well, what an idiot.
I'm riding a 6 year old 17.2 sports horse this winter (mainly hunting but schooling him at the same time). Took him out for a 'nice relaxing' hack this morning. All fine - has some nice canters, and he's going forward very nicely - but on the home straight (About 50 metres from the yard) I take my feet out the stirrups to stretch a inflamed tendon in my ankle. WHOOSH! A pheasant flies out the hedge, next thing I know I'm lying on the floor looking up into the eyes of a very smug ginger monster.
How much of a plonker do I feel? So glad no one was around to see!! All my fault for losing concentration. How often have you done something like this??
I'm riding a 6 year old 17.2 sports horse this winter (mainly hunting but schooling him at the same time). Took him out for a 'nice relaxing' hack this morning. All fine - has some nice canters, and he's going forward very nicely - but on the home straight (About 50 metres from the yard) I take my feet out the stirrups to stretch a inflamed tendon in my ankle. WHOOSH! A pheasant flies out the hedge, next thing I know I'm lying on the floor looking up into the eyes of a very smug ginger monster.
How much of a plonker do I feel? So glad no one was around to see!! All my fault for losing concentration. How often have you done something like this??