Kellie and I hauled to Tyrrell Park Sunday for a silent ride. I tacked Biscuit up and he got scrunchie and nervous when I went to put the crop into my water holder. OMG Sometimes I wonder about this horse. I have never hurt him and he still gets scared.
I mounted up with no problems and we headed for the woods. It was a slow ride due to swatting spiders. Gaaa...I got a few on me...one in my hair and face. Another fell on Biscuit's neck and crawled over him. I was trying to get it off of him without whapping him. Once I was trying to get one off of my crop and I popped poor Biscuit.
I noted to Kellie that it is funny that I can swing that crop all over his head, over his ears, beside him, etc and he doesn't flinch but he sees the crop on the ground and has a cow. Sigh...poor baby.
I washed him off and cleaned his hoof boots. He was a happy camper to graze before we left.