The Shat
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Mrs. George was a bad ass
You should have seen her in the ICU....
And, I never had any interest in jumping, though I took a few lessons.
She jumped with horses, and I jumped with motorcycles. I like yer woman, George. LOL
Mrs, George got divorced in 1972, I think. She was working in the ICU, depressed as hell. One of her co-workers said, "You need a horse." So, being young and...energetic...she bought Charlie.
Charlie was a thoroughbred/saddlebred cross. If you go to Webster's and look up "crazy," there's a picture of Charlie there. She bought him from a guy named Silas Jayne. She had NO experience with horses, and, basically taught herself to ride. The barn where she boarded was along the Santa Fe railroad tracks, and Charlie always thought it would be fun to race the trains. Of course, the engineers thought it was fun, so they'd hang onto the horn, and Mrs. George, in her English saddle, would hang onto dear life.
Of course, she got better. She was an ICU nurse, and fearless.
When we married, she suggested I ride Charlie (indoors). He wanted no part of me, and every time I got on him, he'd dump me. It wasn't like he bucked me off, but he would suddenly move to the side, and since I had no balance, I would come out of the saddle, and end up on the ground.
It was then, at age 28, I decided that I'm too old for this, and decided that I had no reason to learn this. However, Charlie and I had a really good eyeball-to-eyeball relationship. He'd let me do anything - brush, pick his feet, and even put a saddle on. It was great, unless I got on him.
That precedent was set, for about 20 years.