Meh, the horses tail isn’t quite right.
The guy needs to go back and do it again, bending his arm a little more next time.
I'm just an 70 yr's old fat guy who owned a horse back in the late 1970's, back in Long Island, New York. An Appaloosa, named Patches. We had a great relationship, I knew ever time I got on him, Patches would try to kill me. He came close one day when riding him in this State park (approx. 1000 acres) came to a fork in the trail that was marked with 3 tires stacked vertical (with a stick in the center, held a sign) the horse had passed this sign no lie at less a hundred times, then one day, full gallop I steer for say lane one, he sees I guess for the first time the tires, and got scared, and went for lane two. In my best (Famous Sports Broadcaster) Howard Cosell voice: DOWN GOES FRAZSER (me being thrown from the horse.) Thank GOD for the natural LONG ISLAND white sand, (sand grit like you would use in a kids play sand-box) made for a easier / softer tumble. The horse was nice that day, he only made me chase him for approx. 300 feet. You could call it a two for one special.