Inviting you to share a sneak peak at the January/February Issue of Good Old Days 2015 which I wrote under the byline of Serena March.
Horses and Toboggans Don't Mix
Tobogganing just isn't fun without speed. But if you are
banned from the hills where the big kids get to sled and you are too young to
carry the toboggan very far, how do you have fun?
I'm not entirely sure who came up with the brainy idea to
hitch the toboggan to the horse but we did it. We found a couple lengths of
rope which we tied together to make it longer. In retrospect the ropes probably
showed signs of wear in a few places. After all, we did pull them out of the
snow near a farm and we all know that things left lying around on a farm are
usually not in good condition. I can't even be sure of the length, only that we
tied the combined length to the toboggan's rope, through one stirrup around the
saddle horn, twice, back through the other stirrup and tied it again on the
toboggan's original rope. One must be sure to have enough length to not get
kicked by the horse's flying hooves. I think that was the smartest part of our
plan. Of course we didn't take into consideration that rope tied onto rope
tends to slide when pulled taunt.
All was well with my horse as I rode and trotted through the
snowy field. I loved hearing the snow skitter across the frozen surface as
hooves broke through the thin crust. Horses, toboggans and blindingly bright
snow numbed me to the cold but things got complicated when it was my turn to
ride the toboggan. Maybe my girlfriend wasn't as good a rider as I always
thought she was. Maybe she and my horse just didn't get along. Or more probably
the rope slid where it needed to but where it 'bothered' my horse. Translation:
Fillies, and sometime mares, kick at things across their hind quarters that
they don't understand or expect.
Sliding at a walk is great if you are on foot, or better
yet, on ice and trying to slide but not so much so on a toboggan. Toboggans
need speed!
But maybe yelling for more speed from the ground behind your
horse isn't wise, especially when you take the rope into consideration. I just
remember a lot of very cold and icy snow flying in my face and my friend's shrieks
as we barreled over the field, the horse managing a funky crow-hop once in a
while. Shrieks morphed into screams as we barreled through the gate and across
the dirt road with a car coming. From there I seem to recall the down slope of
a rather steep gully. I do clearly remember glancing over at my friend and thinking, "Isn't the horse supposed to
be pulling me?"
Keep in mind a length of rope on either side of a horse and
its flying hooves at a frightful speed, and less than ideal conditions for the
intelligent. What happened then is a blur. Since a spooked horse runs where it
wants to without regard to shallow youth while a toboggan, unless moved from
its track, will take the shortest course downhill, things were not beautifully
in tandem. I think the horse clipped the toboggan with a hoof or two sending it
sideways. My friend ended up in the rough packed snow at the bottom of the
gully. I managed some sort of head plant in the opposite bank with the toboggan
across my legs and we spent the rest of the afternoon trying to catch my horse,
which we managed when the horse reached home. We learned a valuable lesson that
day, even if our exploits were less than euphoric--Toboggans and horses don't
mix.
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