We, Buds
family, went to a branding at the ranch. I think I was still preschool
age. Some time after or during the branding I was wanting to ride
daddy's horse, the big palomino (?name help). He let me ride him and I
did OK until I headed toward the house from the coral. He was willing to
go faster then and did. We were off to a good run which I could not
control. Runaway to the house. Wild and fast. I was on daddy's saddle so
I was way too short to ride that one. It was bumpy and I was sliding
back and forth in the saddle about to fall off. On each side I would put
my foot in the stirrup and push back up on the top. I almost made it to
the house when I missed the stirrup and fell off the horse. The fall
knocked me out and I woke up on grandmas bed with everyone standing
around looking at me like I was in big trouble.
Here is another story.
About uncle Jim his horse Chief and me Donnie.
I
was very little at the time. Uncle Jim was going to get the cows west
of the coral. Probably the milk cows. I think I was too small to ride my
own horse so I was going to ride with Jim. After he saddled up ole
Chief he set me in the saddle and the rodeo was on. Ole Chief did not
like little kids at all. He commenced to bucking and threw me off. I
think I flew all the way to the moon and it took a long time for me to
come back to earth. The dirt in the coral was really soft at the time so
no broken bones but I still remember how long I flew through the air
before the dirt reached up and hit me. I don't think I got to go for the
cows that day.
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