[Leica] (NEW) STORY SERIES AS A TEST FOR THE NEXT BOOK? :-)

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Wonderful story!  It reminds me of one of my trips to Honduras.  I often
had to ride a horse to remote communities or walk in for hours carrying my
equipment.  This time we had to descend a steep bank to a river, ford the
river and climb the other side!  They told me later that my horse was named
Jumper.  I had two cameras hanging from my shoulders that ended up banging
into each other and me as we jumped down the slope and back up again.  I
was bruised and battered all over!  When it was time to return in a few
days, I got off of Jumper and walked down the slope, across the river and
back up again!

Can't wait to read your book!

Tina

On Thu, Sep 27, 2012 at 11:42 AM, <tedgrant at shaw.ca> wrote:

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> Rent a Horse
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> Prior to my first assignment to the ranching country of Alberta it became
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> necessary for me to ride a horse as I had I never done so.   However I
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> survived only due to the success of my first riding assignment. I found
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> myself offered other projects involving mounting horse back. I can
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> assure you it had nothing to do with my riding ability.
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> With new assignments booked I was determined to really know how to ride and
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> do it right.  Thus saving me enduring the constant "city slicker" remarks.
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> Approaching the "Sun Dance Ranch", a rent-a-horse riding stable near
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> Ottawa, I arranged a schedule of daily riding lessons and was about
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> to mount for the first lesson.
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> The training approach was an hour a day for a month. Starting as a
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> rookie I found myself on a gentle horse riding around the corral and
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> familiarizing myself with the feel of the animal. On the back of my gentle
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> old horse and riding tall in the saddle of the cowboy, I loved it.
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> The first couple of days on the trails of the property I was
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> accompanied by an instructor who soon felt I was confident enough.
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> And suggested I should ride by myself.
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> The first day riding alone was exciting, somewhat like the first
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> time you were allowed to drive the car solo.
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> We plodded along for approximately thirty minutes, when my horse sensed
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> it was half time in the hour ride, it turned and  headed for the
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> stable.  I tried to turn it's head to ride on farther to no avail
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> Plodding was over and like a bolt of lightening she headed for home.
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> With me hanging on for dear life and within sight of the barn, it reverted
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> to a docile gentle mare and sauntered up to the hitching rail as though
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> nothing had happened.
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> Explaining my experience to the stable hand, he just laughed and
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> said, "the old girl can't run that fast."  But as he lead her to the stable
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> she turned  and looked at me knowing she had me.
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> One of the instructors heard the story and a few days road along to see if
> the horse would repeat itself, of course nothing happened, it did the usual
> plod along with the occasional canter back to barn.  Now I really looked
> stupid with my story of the wild ride.
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> Nothing occurred for several days as I ventured out on my own. Sure
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> enough almost to the thirty minute mark her head came around and we were
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> off for the barn lickity-split.  I knew that horse was out to kill me.
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> This time I didn't say anything, I didn't want them to think I was an
> idiot.
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> But the horse and I looked at each other and we both knew this was
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> going to be a competition of survival.
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> I remembered what an old cowboy told me about horses, "they will try you!"
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> If you don't show who's boss, they will beat you every time."
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> To-morrow would be a different story!
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> The next day prepared for the usual gallop back, as soon as her head came
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> around, much to her surprise I pulled-up hard on the bridle.  It
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> worked, she stopped and stood there. Round two for me.
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> Each day after, it became an enjoyable ride with her, the pace of the ride
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> improved! I was comfortable with a fast canter and my ability
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> to where I felt I could ride with the Albertans.
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> On the final day I took a couple of cameras to hang from shoulders and to
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> get the feel of riding with equipment.  It was an enjoyable ride, me
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> feeling at ease. I stretched the time as it was the last day.
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> Lulled into a false sense of riding comfort I wasn't prepared for
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> what happened.
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> She made-up her mind it was time to turn and go. Before I could respond
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> I was given the test ride of my life, she flew along the trail at full
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> gallop .
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> Me hanging on dearly to saddle horn  and cameras I didn't realize we were
> back at the stable yard and she came to an abrupt stop putting her head
> down,  sending me and cameras through the air into the manure pile.  She
> gave a kind of snort looking at me as only a female can! I swear she was
> smiling!.
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> "You have to show 'em who's boss!" Cameras were Ok, my riding dignity was
> somewhat bent!
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> End of lessons. Next rides were for real rounding-up cattle and
> photographing the action there of. which I id hold my own!
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> And it produced one of my better books.  "WORKING COWBOY'S OF CANADA!" And
> a subcequent edition "WORKING COWBOYS OF AMERICA.!.....................**
> .....
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> I'VE NEVER RIDDEN SINCE! J
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