I was like, "its warm, I also have an hour and a half, and also a perfectly good horse sitting in a pasture and I'm also stone cold bored out of my skull....LETS WORK THE BABY. YAS, LETS DO THAT"
"This can't go badly at all after basically 8 weeks off" and consistently terrible rides before that...
"No, not at all. We will just do some walking exercises, maybe some basic W/T transitions and directional changes. YAS BASIC GROUNDWORK THINGS LETS DO DIS"
I figured I would tack him up in his lunging gear, put a bridle on, but lunge with a halter over top so as not to pull on his mouth if the he gave me antics. I also planned on only possibly connecting the sidereins towards the end of our session. I was confident that even if he pulled his old tricks I could keep him on point with lots of direction changes and transitions and being very very calm in my mannerisms.
|Looking like the essence of calm|
As soon as we got out to the field I realized we would be swimming, and the mud was bordeline questionable. OK, so, ABSOLUTELY NO TROTTING. Just direction changes and giving with the nose, etc etc etc.
The very instant I asked for the first direction change after a few walking circles, Bacardi was SO offended he instantly everted to his old 'spooking-bucking-kicking-for-absolutely-no-reason' fuck you sort of behavior.
|I DO WHAT I WANT|
|FUCK YOU MOM|
|THERES NO RULES FOR MEEEE|
So I just sat there, dumbfounded on what to do, while simultaneously panicking that he would pop a tendon romping around like like Captain Insano (dont worry, his legs are cool and tight today).
I tried stopping him with some firm half halts and stepping in front of his line of fire (attempting to "cut him off"), but that just pissed him off more, so I kind of gave up and let him wheel around like a twirl-a-whirl on hooves while I gazed on in a half-amused, very disapproving fashion.
|Really working those lower neck muscles|
I continued to ask him to "whoah walk" about a 100 times, and lightly half-halted on the rope...but to no avail.
And so he continued...
|WHEE WHEE WHEEEEE!!|
|So wow. Very horse. Many flexible. Much athlete.|
...For about 20 minutes.
That wasn't the end of it though. My special red nugget had had enough of his dumb human and her
commands pleas to behave like a normal horse and literally stopped dead in his mad galloping tracks, looked me in the eye, and promptly dumped his ass in the mud.
|O yeah get in there all deep like B, I really wanted to spend my evening cleaning tack.|
|5 stars for all around coverage|
|YAY I'M A HORSE|
At this point I was just dying with laughter. If you haven't seen the video I posted on Insta and FB you really should because you can actually hear him quivering with happiness in his roll. Jerk! HAHA.
After ALLL that, he finally settled into a
trot tranter, which still wasn't what I wanted, but it wasn't as wild and unmanageable as before. Which was....good?
|Pic not in chrono order|
Then finally (praise jesus) he walked and gave me a few perfectly calm direction changes.
At this point I was like, "okay, baby steps, HOUSTON WE HAVE A WALK" and brought him back to the barn without ever trying sidereins or anything else.
|Note horse is still clean. I did not get any video of him actually calmly walking or trotting with his muddy self (this was before his shenanigans began, but still a good example for picture's sake)|
Essentially I let my horse run around and be a fuck boy for 30 minutes and got 2 minutes of semi-OK things out of him. Something I NEVER thought I would be okay with/do, but hey, we all change right? End on a good note and hope for the best next time?
At least he had a good ole time. Not sure how we will progress from here considering our "riding field" is LITERALLY a pond. No, really, its going to be impossible for weeks now. I guess we will get really good at hyper hacking down the road!