Horse wrecks

Not really a wreck but it had potential to be a good rodeo.

Grandpa, me and a family friend were trail riding. I hadn't been on a horse much. Trip up the mountain was fine, trip down not so fine. We were headed down switch backs and could see some hikers on the trail below us with silver umbrella hats on. Grandpa said that could be a rodeo in the making.

We met those hikers in a chokecherry patch. Grandpa was in the lead on a morgan, I was in the middle on a green broke shitter, and the guy who owned the horses was in the back on a Arab. He was gonna lead the Arab through, and it wheels. The mustang I was on took off and passed the Arab and I held on to the horn screaming. The horse never bucked or left the trail but it was pretty traumatic for a kid who had never been around many horses.

Still hate shitters to this day
 
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