This weekend was supposed to be a typical weekend. No issues or worries. Yeah, that is not exactly how it worked out. I decided on Tuesday that I could not handle another day in Logan. So on Friday, I got out of work, skipped class and came home. I was able to listen to my mom perform in a choir and then Saturday came.
My mom has been deep cleaning the house. She always does this around this time of the year. I was helping her organize and move boxes when my Dad came in and told us that he had a sick cow on the desert and needed some help to round up her and her calf. No big deal- we saddled Smarty and Sid and jumped in the truck. The cow and calf were out there quite a ways so we brought a panel and set it up, creating a chute effect into the trailer. We had no issues rounding up the cow and calf. We pushed them to the trailer and almost in before things got a little crazy. The calf jumped through the fence, but the cow loaded into the trailer. We locked the gate on her and attempted to round up this calf. What a bugger of a calf! Let's just say that she was uncooperative at best. In the process of trying to round up this calf, Smarty and I jumped a big ol' sagebrush. I'm not sure exactly what happened, but I think I reached back with my spur and flanked him. Before I knew what was going on, he had bucked me off and I had landed on my back.
But with any buck off, you can't just lie on your back and die. You get up, go round up your horse (who ran all the way over to Sid-a good 200 feet away) and get back on to finish the job. We never got the calf close to the trailer so we decided to head her to the corral a couple of fields away. On this pasture is a series of sand dunes. I'm always really careful riding over these as the ground is unstable and often has badger or coyote holes that are very deep. Even though I was being careful, I didn't see the holes. All of the sudden, Smarty was scrambling to stay up and it didn't take very long before he face planted it right into the sand effectively ejecting me from the saddle into my own face plant. It hurt, a lot. I screamed on the way down, so my dad was already turning around and catching Smarty. He headed over to where I was lying in the sand. I slowly stood up and felt every muscle and bone in my body ache. I have never come off a horse twice in one day, ever. I climbed back on Smarty. His face and front legs were completely covered in sand and he was wondering what the heck just happened as well. After my sand bath, I followed this calf almost to the corral, while dad went back and got the truck and trailer. Dad came up and finally roped the little bugger. We threw her in the trailer and then I about died as muscles seized and bones ached. We called the chiropractor and he spent ten minutes trying to readjust my hips so that I could walk again in an almost normal fashion. Wasn't expecting to get bucked off and definitely was not expecting to face-plant it in the sand this weekend, but I did.
My body is sore. I ache just about everywhere. I have two huge bruises on my right thigh. I think those happened when I got bucked off- I remember hitting the saddle horn before hitting the ground. I laugh and just about die, not because my ribs are broken, but because I tore my abs and obliques trying to keep myself in the saddle. Who knew that going home could lead to such an adventure? However, I am young, my body will heal and in two weeks I will ride Mr. Smarty again. Next time, I hope that it is not quite so adventurous.