I had never ridden a horse, before a couple of
years ago, and I still am no "cowboy", but I
want to be!
Up until a few months ago, getting on my horse
meant finding a chair, putting it down near
where the sturip hangs and climbing on board
with the prayer that my horse would not begin to
leave without me. Oh, but now I was an
accomplished rider and could mount up with little
problem and no chair. So I was ready to perfect
my mounting technique.
I had been watching some old "Bonanza" episodes
and was impressed by Hoss Cartwright's ability to
get on his horse with such gracefulness, even if
he was a big man like me. So I determined to
try out his style the next day.
Foot in stirup, then a small hop, a big push, a
graceful arc of my leg over the back of the
horse, TOO MUCH MOMENTUM, and over the other
side of the horse I fell. There, rolling away
from seemingly bigger than life size hoofs, I
realized I was no Hoss Cartwright.
Great adventures and occasionally bad mounts,
that's missionary life.
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