A few weeks ago, I saddled up my quarterhorse Monty for a day and joined some friends to round up a few Bulls that were hiding in the forest since fall roundup. They were spied on the opposite side of Moss Pass, so it was a 15 mile day on horse back to find them and drive them back to the ranch.
Monty is turning into a good solid horse. While still relatively inexperienced, heís game and is moving fairly well through some rough country. While driving the bulls on the back side of Gerenís ranch, we had to cross a deep and fairly steep wash, To go down a steep, sandy slope, a horse usually locks his back legs and paddles down the hill with his front feet while he slides on his haunches. I got Monty started down the slope, but he chickened out a few feet from the top, tried to bail out and fell on his side. Usually, a horse is shook up for a few minutes after they fall, but he waited patiently for me to climb back aboard. A minute later, he slid down the wash like he has been doing it his whole life.