Because I think that chemical is active in my brain after hunting. All I remember from our Spring season Opening Meet yesterday (in Canada we have a spring season) was how amazing BitchyMare was when I finally let her have a gallop, how beautifully she listened, never pulled on me and generally did everything I asked. I have already, not 24 hours later, forgotten most of the rearing, launching and occassional levitation that we did. She was just so lovely to ride (and to stop) that I really did enjoy riding her. We even popped a log and she did it like a seasoned pro. She is a total green bean, less then 6 months total riding in her entire life, despite being 7 this spring. I enjoy bringing along young hunt horses, so I’ve ridden lots of first-timers and I can’t think I’ve ever had one so rideable despite being kept in the nose-bleed section of the second field (we started off hill topping, the nose-bleed section was the upgrade!) and yet she would punctuate our checks with the odd hop to start, then a very respectable lipizzan impression later on.
Isn’t it amazing how our brains can over-ride some details and give you such warm, fuzzy memories of something that was far from warm and fuzzy? Ah, I may never have kids, but I think I understand why women go through the pain of child birth more then once. I’m taking BitchyMare out again next meet