Riding My Pony Bareback

Riding our pony bareback on our little Shetland pony along the Kawhia ocean beach, has to be one of my most enduring and fondest memories of my life.

I remember many a time, our pony suddenly spooking at a wave or a frightened bird, and my triplet brother and I would slip off it's slippery back and onto the soft sand. However we quickly learned to hold tight to her long mane, and before long, after maybe the first fifty pony rides, their was no way she could catch us off balance again.

Before we had turned three years old, we had ridden our pony over two hundred times along that ten kilometre stretch of isolated ocean beach. We would have been by far, the most experienced pony riders, for our age, in the whole of New Zealand.

This following video is of my idol...Stacy Westfall.

 

According to my dad many American Indians also used to ride bareback once upon a time, with perhaps a rawhide rope to wrap around the horses jaw for a bridle.

I no longer ride that way, as my dad brought me a treeless saddle which hugs the ponies body closer than the traditional saddles do. He said it's the closest thing to riding the natural way and it does avoid getting all the sweat of the pony all over my pants.

But any chance I get, especially when swimming my horse or pony, I ride with total freedom.