Well, if you're a chicken, I'm a turkey!
Stardust, my big warmblood, who has big movement and huge spooks and geeks at unexpected moments, is a larrrrggge part of my "eek! no bridle" fear...I've been airborn off him several times with tack...
By comparison, Circe seems soooo much smaller! I think there is an exponential quality of largeness with bigger horses...he's only about six inches taller than Circe but he's a tank compared to her!
Baby steps, baby steps...and oh, yes, Jessy, lots of bailing off! Thanks for the reminder!!!
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i am so glad i have someone to be a big chicken/ turkey with!!!
it is nice to know that i have someone going through the same thing.
i have not been in the situation to fall off him YET, but i got him because he was so dangerouse ans ditched everyone!
so even though it has not happend to me, and i take things VERY VERY VERY slowly, the thought is still in my mind.
he used to blow at the littlest thing, even if i tried to rise to the trott. this was TERRIFYING to him!
so i had to just sit to the BIGGEST trott i have ever seen or felt in my life!!!!
i found myself exercising my torturouse voice, and singing out loud alot!!!
and that is NOT good
i have not been on him for a while, and i am planning on doing this soon, so eeeeeeeekkkkk!!!
i am very nervouse. i might just hop on and off till i feel brave
i wonder if that will ever happen?
i lost my confidence many years back really bad. two fractured hips after a horse with a brain malfunction (literally) it got to the point where walking up to a saddled horse had me in a cold sweat!
i would be shaking and in tears. so i just spenmt days standing on the mounting blockand bursting into tears, then untacking. Grenadiere must have thought i was totally insane!!!
after about a week, i was able to pluck up enough courage to mount, but i pannicked and held the saddle so tight that my hands turned white. so gren just stood still and went to sleep while i pryed my own fingers loose so that i could get off.
after about another week, i was able to take a few steps of walk. Gren knew exactly what i needed. and would just walk a little then stop and look at me, to check if i had wet myself yet. i think he found it quite humorouse. this from the girl that used to ride him in a halter bareback in the middle of the night at a flat gallop up the street with arms out and eyes shut!!!!
it was alot of months of this kind of thing till i was able to trust a little again, and gren did it all for me.
special man. one day, he just decided to put me into a gallop to get me over it. and it did. it was totally exillerating, and i found my "FRED" (anyone who has ever seen the movie drop dead fred)
anyway. i have know idea why i started this story, but i felt the need to share it!