I live in the best horse place in the world, a perfect mix of hunt seat and western done at the highest levels competively and for livelihoods- riding schools & ranch work. Today a girlfriend needed help moving 7 cow/calf pairs out of a 40 acre lot into a pen up by the barns. So I loaded up my one riding horse, who is my one hunting horse, and off we went.
I met her at the agreed time and the three of us (an honest to goodness no-nonsense cow guy was with us on a horse w/ 30 days under saddle) headed to move the cattle- they were riding western (livelihood western) and I was the lone hunt seat rider (full time, casual rider) The guy on the green horse would hold the cows who didn’t break and my friend & I would go gather the ones who did and return them to the herd. It was such fun and my little mare was spot on.
Well, it was sunny and Friday, a job well done means a reward so a cold beer with my name on it appeared in my hand and off we went for a “walkie talkie” ride through the woods and pastures to cool down the horses. Remember, the beer was just a bonus and had nothing to do with extending our ride time.
Anyway, at one creek crossing in the woods my friends horse balked so I walked by and gave the lead only to find I had ridden my horse into belly deep, skin sucking mud! Yikes! My mare lunged out to the other bank, I stuck her lunge, held onto my beer and didn’t spill a drop. My friend, also a blonde, crossed exactly where I had as I was just ready to say “don’t cross there!!” and she ended up in well, belly deep mud! As her horse wobbled to make his lunge she came unseated, ended up in the mud and lost her beer. Once out of the gunk she remounted and we all giggled as the guy crossed in a better area.
This has a point…the no-nonsense “cattle are my livelihood, western riding guy” said “dang, you did good turning back cattle and now this, you hunt club riders are good.” That was better than winning first place at a show!