For those of you that don't know, you can ride horses at Gettysburg so we went down there. I was not a great rider at the time but I was game. My wife puts me on a young 4yo and says he's fine.
We were at the private camp just off the battlefield. We move out. I'm in the lead. The horse spooked at the large rocks right at the entrance and his head and neck disappeared and I was launched. I hit the ground hard on my head and one shoulder. I was younger then and got up as best I could and reclaimed my horse.
I got back on (but even with the helmet, my bell was rang). We did the circuit around the battlefield. But every time we came an open field, my horse wanted to run that way and probably gallop through the field.
Don't know how but I managed to keep him in a sort of control. I asked my wife, "you know this horse isn't trained all that much. You're trying to kill me."
She laughed and said, "You're fine." But I wasn't and didn't really enjoy it much. Still, being a guy, I finished the ride. But like I said, I wasn't much of a rider. We finished the ride without further mishap but i struggled with that beast the whole time. The next day, our friend showed up. He was an accomplished rider and rode the horse. I got to ride our nice horse. Nice ride.
But I wonder why my wife put me on a semi-trained horse in a strange place. She knew my abilities. I figured she was trying to kill me.
My wife tried to kill me
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