So when we arrived on Sunday morning, the herd was against the far
fence, and Mystery decided this should be a day of play. As Mystery
circled around his buddies, I attempted a few John Lyons moves,
stopping him by the fence, forcing him to turn, trying to trigger his
automatic response to turn, face me, and stop. But everytime I got
about 5 feet from him, his Morab brain would click in "hey, theres no
round pen here" and he would break away to circle the herd again, head
tossing, prancing and bucking, laughing into the wind.
I couldn't blame him. I felt the same way at work on Friday! But a
clear calm day was before me, and I wanted to ride! As Mystery is
trotting around, thinking what a wonderful game this is, Bodie, the
herd quarterhorse cutting gelding, seemed to be getting just a tad bit
irritated. He could see clearly I was trying to get Mystery to stop
and stay put at the fence. I could turn him with my body language,
both directions, but when I came within 5 feet, he would bolt. On the
last try, as Mystery headed to the side to bolt, Bodie steps in front
of him, ears back, meanies on his face and tells him to STOP!
We were both shocked. I calmly walked up to Mystery and put my
halter on him. Oh well, games over young man, time for work! Bodie
got my last carrot and a grateful pat. Yes, quarter horses can be good
for a few things.....
Kimberly (&Mystery the Morab)