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Conversation was hearty and load at the table as we busilyexchanged ideas about our first day as a cowboy on the trails.There barbour uk was excitement, pride, and an over all feeling ofaccomplishment. So this is how the real cowboy's felt after aday on the range. Perhaps there really was something missing incity life.
Suddenly with the movement of my steed I instantly come back tomy senses to realize this beautiful beast is walking out of thecorral and I'm about to experience my first adventure. Aftermany miles of riding along a cool grassy plain our group oftender foots comes upon a small steam. Perfect, it's time for arest.
Well actually it's more like I'm shocked. That small gray marestands over a foot taller than me. Wow! now what to do. Afterall who am I kidding, I'm no cowboy. But with some help Imanaged to saddle the monster. Swinging up into the saddle mymind drifts to a western movie with me as the trail boss settingoff on a cattle drive.
Looking at the other riders it appeared that they too hadsuffered this same fate. Yet even with this new found pain thereis a smile of contentment on all the tender foots faces. As westretch out and relax we realize the power of nature that isforgotten in the city.
I swing out of my saddle. My legs and rear end feel like they'vehad had the flesh peeled right hollister outlet off of them. The excruciatingpain leaves me moving pretty slow. It seems to take an eternityto be able to sit down on the cool grass. Wow I must be a wuss Ithink. Even with my aching body I feel an exhilaration like I'venot ever felt before.
Back at camp after a slow dismount and some slow stretches itwas time to find some grub. Funny by the time we sat down to aheaty meal the soreness had began to pass and each of us waslooking forward to the next days adventure. Perhaps it didn'ttake that long to toughen us city folks up afterall.
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My wild snorting beast is down at the stream drinking water withthe other horse. After the horses have a rest it's time to getback on the trail. Mounting my horse was as pain full as thedismount was and I cringe as I struggle into place.
Jumping into my western wear pulling on my cowboy boots andputting on my hat, causes my blood to stir. Today is my firsttime in a bunk house but I'm not alone. There www.barbourfranceboutique.fr are fifteen othergreenhorns or tender foots with me. Most of my comrades are cityfolk. Sure we've all seen a horse but it was louboutin on TV or at theparade. Today we get to experience the real thing. The questionthat flashes through my mind is whether I am ready to learn tosaddle that wild snorting beast.
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The door opens and in steps the lead hand. He says "the firstorder of business today is to head of to the corral for a lessonon saddling our horses." So off we go. I look for the smallestbeast I can find who's over in the far side of the corral. Yupthat one's for me. As I tip my hat and approach the small graymare grazing at the feed trough I'm a little surprised.