Paul, SOOOO glad you are around to tell us about
your little mishap. Could have been worst.
One of the worst falls I took off of my horse, was
in my own pasture, riding Hank at a walk. He did a little spook at the dog,
which changed into an imitation of an NFR saddle bronc. We parted ways at the
height of the third sky high buck. Landed on tailbone, then slammed my helmeted
head into the ground hard enough to crack it. I too, managed a short ride to
make sure both of us could work through the incident, before I was starting to
get sore, and the lovely bruise started to form.
Like you Paul, I have ridden some pretty tough,
challenging trails and situations over the years, before I knew the importance
of my hard head....which would not be hard enough to handle some of the things
my helmet has hit. Thanks for the story Paul, and the reminder. Hug your wife
for us. :-)
