Tall Tales and Western Cowboy Stories
written by...... R. V. Jahns
"Crash Course in Love......" There are things that happen to teenage boys on their fIrst ventures
into romance and love that they would like to forget ever occurred. I know in my case of being of that former persuasion, which is the way it is with me. But being how this incident did actually happen and I lived thru it, though at the time, I'd rather have died on the spot, I'll share it with you. It was the spring of the year that I was to turn 15 and I bought a horse
that had a local reputation of being rather nasty. No, he wasn't a biter or kicker but he was quite bad to buck. There were a number of local grown men in the country that wouldn't even try to ride this horse and when they'd tell me this, especially when I was riding him, my head and chest would swell considerable. I must admit that I wasn't born with the natural talent to ride such a horse when he bucked. The truth be known, that animal bucked me off more times then I can count, but with the considerable and constant practice he'd give me, I did get to where it was pretty fair bet that if I could get a decent start, I could ride him. I suppose a fair question would be as to ask why I would buy such a horse like this in the first place? The answer is quite simple. My Dad was my hero and I wanted to be just like him. Dad was bronco rider's bronco rider. No, he wasn't a rodeo rider who got on a bucking horse in a chute, using a saddle made only for riding a bucking horse and worthless for anything else. Dad rode the horses with his everyday working saddle anywhere they'd buck. In the middle of a rock pile, in sagebrush or jack pine thicket, down a hill steep as a cow's face, it didn't matter, Dad rode them. Even to this day there are many of them old ranchers that have their favorite stories about some of my Dad's rides. One beautiful spring afternoon I was riding this particular horse purely for pleasure. It was a Sunday and I had nothing pressing to do but just enjoy the day, county smell of the air, and everything else a person like me tends to find pleasure in. I decided I'd best stop, get off and tighten my cinch as you sure didn't want to ride this horse with a loose saddle. I hadn't no more than hit the ground and started my task when a movement of my horse caused me to look up the road. The sight that pleasured my eyes might well have been an answer to my prayers. Around a bend in the road came the love of my life and her girl friend riding their horses. I must at this time explain some medical facts to you. At times like this the newly hatched hormones a young man has swimming around in his young body suddenly explode, flooding the brain and causing the mind to go blank. This is what happened to me. I completely forgot the reason I'd got off my horse and got back on as quickly as I could. I turned the horse a little so the girls couldn't see and reached up with my outside spur and tickled ole Siwash in the shoulder. Well the ole horse responded just like I wanted him to do and he wheeled and went bucking right toward them girls. Things were absolutely perfect!!! Ole Siwash was bucking right toward the girls and I was sitting up there riding him just like I owned him, which I did of course. Then suddenly things didn't feel just right. I looked down and the ole pony's ears weren't where they were supposed to be. The saddle was coming off over his head, which really wouldn't have mattered much had I not been sitting in it. I landed in an undignified heap along the edge of the gravel still partially in the saddle. The left side of my face and my left arm was now all red and splotchy where my hide had been just moments before, my shirt all torn and I broke my brand new Timex wristwatch I just bought in town the day before. Then to add insult to injury, those dumb girls were laughing their fool heads off. But all was not lost for the next day at school, Miss Thompson, our English teacher, did take a real interest in what happened to me! the end....... ....written by R.V. Jahns.....
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