Tonight I was going to try a horse for a possible share of his boarding fee against riding time. Pagaré is a 6 yr old purebred Spanish gelding. He’s one handsome horse. Geared up for riding (shot by Marla !)
It all started out extremely well. Pagaré was a true gentleman through grooming, saddling, and was wonderfully responsive during groundwork. It was very, very enjoyable.
After a good deal of lungeing on both sides and various litle ground maneuvers, I set out to get in the saddle. Everything was fine and dandy until then, nodbody’s heartrate had been raised, and I lifted myself up the stirrup with confidence. Before I could fully sit in the saddle Pagaré brutally took off at the lope. Totally taken by surprise, I hastily grabbed a rein and tried to settle the horse on a small circle. That obviously set him off even further as he went all bronco on me, just jumping on all fours three times until he plain and simple threw me off (which took all of four seconds). I landed heavily on my side and was dazed for a split second, then quickly got to my feet not to be hit by a random hoof. But the horse was meekly looking at me from afar, obviously shaken. I tried to draw him in, as he had very easily come to me during groundwork, but his trust was gone. I went to him quietly and from the side, caught him and petted him. His owner held him as I carefully got back in the saddle. I rode him in circles at the walk and trot, but both of us were rigid with mistrust and wariness. It was little use. I’ll most likely not take that share on Pagaré’s board, though his owner urged me to think about it further. He’s a delight to work from the ground, and doing that long enough might build a safe relationship. I’ll sleep on it.