I had gone horse riding before Altai, but not since I was about 10 or 11 years old. Even then, when I was riding regularly, I still got nervous before mounting the horses. The riding instructors were not very nice to the horses and they got scared extremely easily because of that. I had nearly fallen off multiple times and those memories still shake me up today. So in this trip I was terrified of falling off the horses if they got freaked out. When we were due to pick our horses, I was really nervous. As the instructor was demonstrating how to turn the horse (the horse did not look happy at all doing it), some of the horses got annoyed with each other and whinnied in an aggressive way. I didn’t see what happened but it was clear that the horses …show more content…
I took a few deep breaths and forced myself not to panic.
Then, as though something had awoken inside me, I pulled a little harder to the left and the horse’s head actually turned. I nudged its side while steering, willing the horse to change direction. The cool air and rushing of the river was starting to calm me down. My horse walked towards the rest of the group, most of whom were also having issues with their horses. When we had all formed a line and were heading out. I was still a bit nervous, but then it hit me. I had more experience than most of the people riding horses. I could do most things on a horse; walk, trot, canter, stop, turn. That was all I really needed. I smiled to myself. It was going to be okay. With the soothing sounds of the river and forest, the fresh breeze on my face, I felt like, as long as the horses didn’t get scared and start galloping, I would be fine. I started to space out, not concentrating on keeping my back straight, or keeping my hips, neck, and ankles in line. I was too busy looking around and stroking my horses warm, soft neck. My saddle lured me into a dazed state - I wasn’t really thinking about anything, and since I had no one to talk to, I
This year I got over my fear of horses. For my fifteenth birthday my aunt got me four weeks of horseback riding lessons. My lesson horses name was Skyjet. At first I was terrified of the horse and how big it was, but really it was one of the smallest ones there. I learned how to groom the horse on put all the gear on it. I learned how to 5-star which is when you go into a squat forward leaning position and stay like that, I learned how to post which is kind of like doing squats but instead of going down you are going up, also how to get the horse to trot and stop. To trot you say trot on kick the horse's side until it does. To stop you pull the reigns to you and release when they stop.
Going into it I was honestly a little nervous because I have never ridden anything before this. I thought that it was going to be harder than it actually turned out to be because my mom told me about her personal experience because she fell off multiple times. Even with all of this information I was still really excited to try something new from what I was used to doing.
The clip clop of hooves echoed through the desert. Fear pulsed through my veins. The horse was massive, weighing in at over two tons and easily buck me off where I could easily be trampled be the others behind me. I quickly cleared my head of that idea. Starting to get accustomed to the relatively straight and flat trail I began to loosen up.The trail began at first being primarily flat, but then came the ditch. This ditch had taken me by surprise as my fear was just beginning to truly diminish. As the ditch was mainly soft sand my horse had no traction and quickly sped down the hill. What comes down must come up. As my horse slowly climbed the steep embankment I began to saddle ever closer to being bucked off. Thankfully, I never fell off, barely. The trail was mainly flat with few sharp turns after that. Now that it was smooth again and that I started to get comfortable with my horse I had my first opportunity to take in the view. It was no Grand Canyon, but it was exceptional enough for me. Natures reign became more apparent as we progressed down the trail and an abundance of wildlife came to view. I was about to be taken by surprise again. After about ten minutes of smooth riding we reached a gait. The guide told me to go through the gate and the others would follow. Now it was only me and Quiggly, no one to help if anything went awry. I took it slow and steady and thankfully he followed suit. After
It was a warm mid-september day and I was preparing to go horseback riding for the very first time. I was celebrating my bestfriend’s birthday with her family and a couple other friends. On the ride over you could feel the jitters in the air and the excitement to try something new. We arrived to Bobby’s Ranch in Westford MA and settled on petting some of the other animals. It was all very bizarre, almost movie-like. We joked around about rookie mistakes and wondered how many of us were going to fall under it’s trap. The ride was scheduled to be an hour long, through the woods and in an orderly fashion. I got on top of a platform and was instructed on how to get up on the saddle and how to use the reins to guide the horse. The birthday girl
I took a deep breath as I walked my horse into the Greeley Stampede Arena. I told myself just to "relax." I loped a circle around the arena to make sure that my horse was warmed up and ready to go. He was ready but I was starting to get nervous. I stopped in front of the roping box to put my piggin' string in my mouth. I looked at my calf in the chute to make sure that it was number 33, which was one of the best calves out of the whole set. It was, and I was ready to ride into the box and rope my calf, or attempt to rope my calf. I began to get more nervous, more nervous than I ever had been at a rodeo.
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Horse riding is a fun, good, and a great experience that any man could ever try in their life. Riding a horse really needs patience since you are working with a live horse, and a horse can be really difficult to predict their actions. But if you doing just right, this horse riding activity can be really relaxing, refreshing, and relaxing activity. There studies that this horse riding activity can be really good for both physical and emotional processes. You can learn Horse riding lessons in Norfolk.
When Cody -my horse- got spooked my saddle shifted weird. Then realizing the problem and getting
The art of breaking a horse, really just depends on the horse and rider. Before you ever ride, or tack up your horse, you always have to know if the horse is ready, willing, and responsive to you on the ground, then you can start. If he or she is not willing or responsive to you when you are on the ground, he or she will not respect you when you are riding. Make sure the horse knows the terms walk, trot, canter, and whoa, or any terms you use in replace of walk, trot, or woah, it will be a lot easier for you, and the horse will understand more. To make sure your horse is responsive to you on the ground is to make sure you spend a lot of time with your horse. Examples of what you should do is to groom your horse every day, walk him or
I approached the spirited horse with confidence because I was experienced with these types of shows in which all the riders are assigned a random horse to ride. I could sense his tension as soon as I was in the saddle. He furiously pawed the ground and shifted his weight around. Before I knew it, we entered the arena. Almost immediately he began prancing like a deer around the ring, my fear growing with every misstep he took. I desperately looked to my coach for advice, but there was nothing she could do. It was between him and me and he knew he was in control. The spectators lining the outside of the arena fell into an eerie silence each time we passed by. I was masquerading, pretending I had him under control while the situation continued to worsen. In my mind years passed before the judge finally called for all of the riders to line up in the middle of the arena. As we turned to line up, he stopped. I convinced him to take one reluctant step forward before he reared up onto his hind legs. He rose up higher and higher, turning into a skyscraper towering over all others in the arena. Then, everything went quiet. I frantically grabbed for his white mane, trying to maintain my balance, but to no avail. We both fell backwards, all two thousand pounds of his body crushing
Trail riding with horses can be a very fun, and relaxing experience. For defining purposes, a trail ride is riding a horse outdoors on roads such as trails, forest roads, or similar pathways that are not normally subjected to traffic of the motorized type. These rides can be of varying length, terrain, and difficulty. While this can be a very enjoyable experience, there are still things one must keep in mind before taking off on an adventure such as this.
It was thirteen years ago that horseback riding was first introduced to me. One day, my friend asked me to go to camp with her over Thanksgiving break. It turned out to be the horse stables on Fort Gordon military base that hosted horse camps during the school breaks. I loved horses but had not been around them much. After weeks of trying to convince my mother that I was old enough, she agreed let me attend. The nerves kicked in shortly after roll was taken and we got to pick which horse we wanted. I did not know the horses personally so, my friend, Emily, recommended Hershey, an old bay mare with a crooked white stripe on her face.
I began horseback riding at age four, and my equestrian pursuits have not only shaped who I am as an individual, but have kept me grounded. Working as a groom to afford riding lessons instilled a work ethic within me that has contributed tremendously to my academic successes. Rescuing a horse at a young age, and caring for him no matter the circumstance, has given me a strong sense of commitment that translates to all avenues of my life. Besides shaping my character, being entirely responsible for my horse throughout college urged me to find a productive balance in my life. Learning to make time for hobbies and other activities outside of academics has greatly improved my overall well-being, and is a lesson that will be invaluable as I pursue
The ideal time to ride came rolling around at approximately six o’clock, when a chilly breeze picked up. Unprepared and starting to shiver, my older sister notified us that she was going to grab her coat from the house. She left my younger sister and I to deal with the horses which was easy, or so we thought that it was. Assuming that it was going to be an effortless task, I took my attention gradually away from the horses, and commenced a conversation with my sister. Totally forgetting about what I was supposed to be doing, I did not perceive that Dexter spooked and pulled back on the board that he was attached to. Turning around and seeing him rear up on his hind feet, shocked me and I froze. My mind went blank for a second, and when it came back, Dexter was darting so rapidly you would assume a bear was chasing him. I could see the fear in his eyes. He was terrified of the post he was dragging behind him. Not knowing what to do, I immediately yelled at the top of my lungs for my older sister. Never in my life has my heart beated so fast. Freaking out, panicking, stressing out, I attempted to grab Dexter’s lead rope, but him being a thoroughbred caused an issue. He was too quick for me to even get near him. I knew I had to something to calm him down, I didn’t want him to get hurt. This horse means the world to my sister, and I want to slow him down
Ever since I was a child I knew that I wanted to work with animals. Horses, in particular, have always fascinated me. After much begging, pleading, years of convincing, and always working hard to save up money, I convinced my parents to allow me to buy a horse. To me, Indie was the most beautiful quarter horse I could have ever dreamed of getting. Since our purchase of Indie, we have acquired another horse, Sherman, and a pony, Tucker. Although the horses have always been hard work, they were worth every sweaty hot summer evening of mucking out the stalls and frigid winter mornings of carrying water to the trough in order to avoid freezing our hoses. After all, I used to dream of being a veterinarian and helping all kinds of animals in some way.