"You ain't a cowboy, if you ain't been bucked off".

This right here is why I call Swiggy my outlaw. I've been getting around him and riding him for weeks without a hitch. And then there was today.... Just an every day trip through the stubble field, taking my new pony for some exercise. Start doing a little trotting that is going well until McSwiggin decides to kick a gear. I give him a check to slow him up and he cut in two. Not so much bucking as lunging (very high I might add) I quickly ditch pony thinking, two hands will regain control of the situation. It doesn't. He continues to get with it and I can see I'm losing the battle. I look for a good spot to land and check out. I land, self assess to find all is well, and watched the little jerk buck all the way to the pasture down the road. I take off walking, looking for pony, who I last saw at a dead run with his lead rope chasing him. I spot him in the distance, still moving at a pretty good clip but headed for home. I finally catch up to Swiggy, who remains just out of reach and I got to hike up the road staring at his arrogant butt! I ended up having to saddle up Seven to run the turd down just to catch him. Once caught he paid the price in sweat. We are even now. And since Seven was saddled he took pony for a trip around the fields, he needed rode anyways. I'd say win-win but it doesn't seem exactly appropriate seeing that I hit the dirt. Maybe win-not lose?

Originally posted on Facebook on 11/11/15