Now that I'm walking down memory lane a bit (with an old horse named Reno), here's kind of a cool story...
We stabled Reno at some corrals out north of Rock Springs. To go ride Reno you just had to run this boy. He'd go crazy if you didn't. He just loved to
run and jump. Fastest horse I ever rode.
Now, I've talked about Reno's 'spirit', but this is just one example.
One day me and some friends left out of the corrals and started heading up White Mountain. It was kind of fun because it was a tough ride, and the
horses (at least Reno) loved it. Sand and steeps.
We got up on the step, with Pilot Butte off in the distance. It was a beautiful Wyoming day with little wind even (WOW, right?)
When we broke the top, we were pretty much all together, and as soon as we got on top there were some wild horses a couple hundred yards out. Well,
There was a pack of them. The mares ran off, and the stallion stood tall. He was kind of a strange colored horse, black with streaks and some paint,
but he was PROUD, stomping and dancing.
Full bit on Reno, he wanted to go! "WHOA, hold up, boy!"
Now, I'd never seen Reno around a wild horse before, but it was "game on!!" between these two. At first I thought it was kind of funny, but soon
realized this was some serious stuff.
This stallion wasn't backing down at all. In fact, he was ready to get it on! Dancing sideways, quartering, and coming forward, right for Reno. By
this time I had full reign and I'm grabbing his lower neck, "WHOA BOY...NOT TODAY...WHOA!!"
(prolly should have grabbed his ear, but I didn't).
There was no doubt who these two horses were looking at (i.e. each other)
I did manage to get Reno to check and back up (there was no turning him around). Just held my boot under his flank and told him I'd make his mouth
bleed if he didn't back up! The pride of these horses, Reno and the other, was just unbelievable. I saw true colors that day, something many will
never see. Might be fun between two small children, but not so fun aboard a 1,500 lb. animal.
That was probably one of the most crazy experiences I've ever had on horseback.
I was honestly hoping we could have rode Pilot Butte that day too. In the end, I was just glad we got home safely. Once we got a couple hundred feet
between those two, the stallion turned and ran back to his mares.
And that, my friends, is a true story!
edit on 7/3/2017 by Flyingclaydisk because: (no reason given)