In 2003 I had a mule called Mandy. She was easy to catch, easy to tack up
and easy to ride. However, if you asked her to gallop she would start
to hump up. I put up with that for several months.
She was a good little mule. We went to Eminence, Mo. with the club. She
even swam the Jackson Fork River.
We were in Iowa Falls for a ride. A bunch of us were out "horsing
around" excuse my French. I asked her to gallop like the rest and
she started to hump up. I said I was so tired of this so I kicked her up
and she pitched me off. I sustained a few fractured bones.
The interesting thing about this is I was never afraid of falling again.
It was really a good learning experince. What is a little discomfort
compared to fear.
Mandy resides somewhere in Missouri now.