Ft Concho, The Early Years: V

The first several years where filled with much anticipation of any and all events. I was young and able to handle most horses I rode, even though they were spooky and unruly at times. Despite this, I didn’t like wrecks so I trained my horses as much as I could at home to get them familiar with what expected of them when I did travel to these events.

Wrecks were common, not all of the times but they did happen.

I went several years on priding myself that I hadn’t had a wreck. I would soon lose that status one day at Fort Concho. I don’t remember what year it was but I had been the unit for a little while. I was riding Apache, a sorrel tobiano paint geldy. He was an extremely quick horse. We were running the heads. I was coming up to a jump with the saber in my hand. I was kinda cocked off to the right side getting ready to use that saber. As I shifted my weight in the right stirrup to execute a saber cut, Apace decided he did not want to take that jump. He cut to the left, leaving me suspended out into the right side air! I quickly got rid of that saber as we were always taught.

This was to prevent any serious injuries to either me or the Apache. I didn’t go down hard, just kinda lightly laying me on the ground.

I learned a good lesson that day. Stay centered in the saddle and keep you attention on controlling the horse. I’ve had plenty of horses since that I could trust but it always pays to be cautious. In those days, we didn’t jump that much as we did later when the Cavalry competitions came along.

Chance and me at Ft Riley–2012

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