You have to be slightly insane to get your dripping wet 100 pound body on the back of a 1,100 pound horse and command it around with gentle nudges, tugs and soft verbal commands.
Sorry “slightly insane”??! It’s totally. I hit the back of my first horse when I was 7 or 8. A little grey Shetland Pony, meanest little SOB I’ve ever known. Kids heal fast, couldn’t wait to try it again. It was a friend’s horse. I’ve never owned one of those ponys. I just have history with them. It was onwards and upwards for me after that. Quarters, paints, Arabs, or mules. I love them all. I get to the of trail, I hope God has one for me to ride to stand before the bench. That’s just me.