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My little Odd Todd is very graceful. Unlike some of
his riders.
Anyway, one time at the Oconee ride we were
galloping pretty hard and took a sharp turn up a hillside. It was on the slick
Georgia clay and Todd's back feet went completely out from under him. His front
feet kept going. I leaned as far forward as I could, let go of the reins and
prayed. It felt like the back wheels spinning on your car when you hit the slick
road. He finally got it under control and never thought much about
it.
Another time we were galloping through the
palmettos in south Florida and he tripped on one of the roots. His back feet
kept galloping, and he was skiing on his knees. I leaned back, let go of the
reins and prayed. He pulled himself up and never missed a beat. Was it letting
go of the reins that saved me, or the praying? Well Wendy, maybe that is
where you went wrong?
Gee, for someone who doesn't practice religion very
often, I sure do pray a lot when I ride. I can even quote scripture out of the
Bible when I am riding Loony Lance (Yea, though I ride through
the valley of death,.....)
Lisa Salas, The Odd FArm
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