At Janet Baldwin's ride a couple or three years ago, I was riding my ZAR-pony
on the 25 when he started to go down in front on a downhill. My typical fall
is always, always over the right shoulder - tells you something about where
my balance is, n'est-ce pas? - so instead of fallin the way I usually do, I
bailed out over the croup, as in somersault - lovely, but when I looked up,
had landed on my feet, but, oops, no horse.
I jumped on behind Dane Frazier to ride to the vet check, thinking the horse
would follow the other horses. Wrong-O. Four days later, many flights
overhead in search of my horse, and minus several hundred dollars for a
rescue helicopter, I was gratified to get my little horse back. Luckily the
corps of engineers intervened and went in search of him.
The point? Hang on to those #%&##!!! reins!!!