>One of my favorite things to do as a kid on a lazy summer day, was to "get lost"
in the woods upstate New York. I ride off trail for a couple of hours
until I had no idea where I was, then give my horse his head to take me
home. It worked every time.
It was probably about 17 years ago, I took my middle aged chestnut
Arabian mare camping. We had only been camped there for 20 hours or so,
and I rode her to another camping area about 2 to 3 miles away. We left
in the afternoon, when it was daylight. Getting there was complex and
involved riding thru a small town, taking several roads, riding past a
loud country-rock band on a stage, and finally getting to that camp.
Well, I drank a few too many beers and whatever else I drank. I barely
remember asking several guys to help me get into the saddle. I got up
on my mare, bunched up the reins in my hands, and laid my head against
her mane. I said "take me back to camp". By then is was past midnight
and very dark. Not only did she manage to get thru that campsite
without getting tangled on any ropes, portable electric fences, marker
sticks, or being disturbed by loud drunken campers with big bon-fires,
and noisy radios. But she avoided the band area, found a shorter path,
passed thru town, down the roads, and took me right back to my tent.
I dont remember much, but I do recall telling her to slow down a couple
times because I was having a tough time staying on her back, while the
world was spinning in my head. I doubt I ever used the reins or my
legs. My arms were wrapped around her neck, and that was about all the
kept me on her back. She was in charge, and I trusted her. I was
amazed. How did she knew exactly where to go, when we had only been
camping there for one day.
And I'll have to add that she did buck just enough, when we got to my
tent, to get me off her back quickly, and let me know how disgusted she
was with my drinking! She never bucked, except when I drank too
much.... I guess that was her way of letting me know that she was not
pleased, just like a wife lets her husband know how she feels when he
comes home drunk..... The funny thing is, she was right!
She was an awesome horse! She has now passed the rainbow bridge, but
her memory and spirit lives on in my heart. I loved that horse more
than I can say, and she was my first horse, which I bought when I was
about 40 years old, along with her companion gelding Shetland pony. I
still have the elderly pony, and I know he loved her too. I still dont
know who hurt the most the day she died, was it me, or that pony. I
think it was both of us. I still see her in his eyes......
>> I dont need no stinkin GPS.
>> When I ride my horse, the horse has built in GPS. They always know how
>> to get home. You cant even intentionally trick them, it wont work.
>> They will always come home, regardless.
>> For those of you who think GPS is something new, it's not. Horses have
>> always found their way home since they first existed on earth. People
>> think they have this modern marvel called a GPS, but it's not new.
>> Horses have had built in GPS systems for many thousands of years. Since
>> horses had it first, and better yet, they do not need satellites or
>> electricity to run them, then horses are actually MORE intelligent than
>> humans. Put that in your pipe and smoke it!