Flying Debris

10 yrs ago, when I lived in Wichita Falls (pop. 150,000), 90% of my friends were ropers or ranch cowboys.

We’re trying that horse at 11 tomorrow morning. He’s been saddled 18 times, ridden 15 times - but that was before last Thanksgiving.

There was a time when I didn’t think twice about climbing on a green/un-broke horse. My grandpa used to tell his horse trader buddies, “if you can get a saddle on it, she can ride it.” I did eat my share of dirt, but for the most part, he was right.

I’m as good a rider now as I was then, BUT - I’m a lot older now and have responsibilities that won’t afford cracked ribs or broken bones. For that reason, I’m not as eager these days to climb in the middle of a possible bronc.

Been racking my brain for the last couple days, trying to think of someone who could go with us and try the horse out. Here I am, now living in the middle of horse and ranch country, and I don’t know a single horseman. Go figure….

…if you think about it, around 11:30 tomorrow morning, cross your fingers and say a little prayer - that’s probably about the time my butt will hit the saddle. and hopefully it’ll stay there. : s

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