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lol, well, maybe as far as I am concerned!
Gosh I am such a freaking clutz sometimes. Now I know why I prefer English. Nothing on that thing which can gore me, haha.
Long story short, I was in a typical Western, which I am not usually. I went to dismount. It had been a long, hot morning, and I was all sweaty (my excuse). My right hand slipped on the synthetic material as I was swinging my leg over. At that precise moment, my left toe fell out of the stirrup, having not been centered properly. I come down -hard- on the saddle horn, but manage to control the rest of my descent and do not think much of my now feintly sore middle.
Three hours later, as I undress I notice the dark black/purple and angry red bruise right below my sternum, about the size of a 50c piece. Now this morning, it has grown to about tennis ball size, and my entire midsection feels like a shiphold of swarthy jubilant vikings held a riverdancing contest upon it all the night long. Talk about ow! I can't laugh or cough or nothin'.
That darn saddle is going to murder me one of these days.
Two portraits of The Colonel for good measure, so this vent!post is not a complete waste of time:
Gosh I am such a freaking clutz sometimes. Now I know why I prefer English. Nothing on that thing which can gore me, haha.
Long story short, I was in a typical Western, which I am not usually. I went to dismount. It had been a long, hot morning, and I was all sweaty (my excuse). My right hand slipped on the synthetic material as I was swinging my leg over. At that precise moment, my left toe fell out of the stirrup, having not been centered properly. I come down -hard- on the saddle horn, but manage to control the rest of my descent and do not think much of my now feintly sore middle.
Three hours later, as I undress I notice the dark black/purple and angry red bruise right below my sternum, about the size of a 50c piece. Now this morning, it has grown to about tennis ball size, and my entire midsection feels like a shiphold of swarthy jubilant vikings held a riverdancing contest upon it all the night long. Talk about ow! I can't laugh or cough or nothin'.
That darn saddle is going to murder me one of these days.
Two portraits of The Colonel for good measure, so this vent!post is not a complete waste of time:
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