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		<title>My Equestrian Bucket List</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Got this meme from a fellow equestrian a while back. Given how much I love memes (not), I put it aside, and finally dug it out tonight to fill it out.  Here goes:
Which of the following have you already checked off of your equestrian bucket list?

Gallop along the beach.
*snort*
Gallop on a beach? In Wisconsin? [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Got this meme from a fellow equestrian a while back. Given how much I love memes (not), I put it aside, and finally dug it out tonight to fill it out.  Here goes:</p>
<p>Which of the following have you already checked off of your equestrian bucket list?</p>
<ol>
<li><strong>Gallop along the beach.</strong><br />
<i>*snort*</i><br />
Gallop on a beach? In Wisconsin?  Have you <i>seen</i> our beaches?  Like you think you even <i>could</i> gallop around all the trailers unloading ice fishing shanties from the shore?</li>
<li><strong>Win a blue ribbon, even if it’s for the egg and spoon race!</strong><br />
Does it count if you&#8217;ve glued the egg to the spoon?</li>
<li><strong>Enjoy an evening of equestrian theater, from major touring productions such as Cavalia to local performance troupes.</strong><br />
See #1.  Like we&#8217;d ever have the chance here in Wisconsin?</li>
<li><strong>Try your hand at cattle work. Find out what it means when they say a horse is “cowy.”</strong><br />
Oh, Lordy, I can just see what the local dairies would do if I had ever gone out herding their prize Holsteins&#8230; yeah, that would have gotten me shot right quick, I&#8217;m here to tell ya.</li>
<li><strong>Jump! From crossrails to cross-country obstacles, experience the thrill of soaring over fences.</strong><br />
I&#8217;m assuming you mean jump various obstacles whilst mounted on a four-footed beast, not by, say hurtling oneself at them in futile hopes of getting over? If so, then yes&#8211;already done that.  Lots.  Even did a tad of jumping while riding sidesaddle with my late beloved Beth, the World&#8217;s Best Horse. Ever. So we can check this one off.</li>
<li><strong>Fall off and get right back on again. Conquering fear is empowering.</strong><br />
Yeah, right. Let me slap whoever wrote that up the side of the head to see if I can shake a few of their brain cells into functioning.  It&#8217;s SO noble.  Uh huh.  Especially when your horse stumbles while he&#8217;s cruising at a nice bold canter and you do a triple cartwheel through the air while your horse equally spectacularly crashes, leaving you both with injuries that are damned nasty and only by a miracle not deadly.  Empowering, my a&#8211;.</li>
<li><strong>See the majestic white Lipizzan stallions of the Spanish Riding School.</strong><br />
(Shhhh &#8211; don&#8217;t tell anyone&#8230;. I&#8217;d actually love to do this&#8211;it really is a bucket list item for me!)</li>
<li><strong>Come to a sliding stop on a well-trained reining horse.</strong><br />
Done a few of these on a badly-trained brainless Appaloosa named (fittingly) &#8220;Bobo&#8221; who could jump the moon but loved to pitch riders into the standards just for giggles, but never did one of these on a reining horse, well-trained or otherwise.</li>
<li><strong>Take a lesson with your equestrian idol, _________ (you fill in the blank.)</strong><br />
Sadly, The Lone Ranger never answered my letters asking for his schedule of clinic dates, before retiring his mask.</li>
<li><strong>Nurse a horse through a crisis and back to full health.</strong><br />
Yes, and discovered to my chagrin that they&#8217;re much better patients than I am, although I&#8217;ve drawn the line at providing bedpan service, ungrateful owner than I was.</li>
<li><strong>Watch the horses come through the Head of the Lake on cross-country day at the Rolex Three-Day Event.</strong><br />
No, but I&#8217;ve seen a Belgian draft horse charge through a five-foot tall manure heap and jump a four-foot fence to escape a particularly nasty stinging horsefly.  Does that count?</li>
<li><strong>Have the courage to do the right thing for your horse, even when it’s not easy.</strong><br />
Like what, deny her carrots when she&#8217;s had more than The Official Carrot Guru says she should? Puh-leeze&#8211;that&#8217;s not courage. It&#8217;s being &#8220;daring.&#8221; (waddya mean, I&#8217;m sarcastic?  NOT!  I&#8217;m ironic.  So there. Nyaaah.)</li>
<li><strong>Attend the Kentucky Derby dressed to the nines-including hat!</strong><br />
Strike that one.  I don&#8217;t like mint juleps.  Too sweet.</li>
<li><strong>Tackle a trail accessible only by horseback and enjoy the view.</strong><br />
What view? The view of my riding partner&#8217;s horse&#8217;s butt scampering off down the trail after dumping her when a vicious fanged maple leaf blew past on the ground and touched his hoof?  <i>That</i> view?</li>
<li><strong>Take your dream vacation on horseback.</strong><br />
aHAHAHAHAHHA! My dream vacation involves lots of down time with fluffy pillows, no alarm clocks, sacks of candy and a case of Frey port wine.  The horse is more than welcome to come along if it brings its own corkscrew and snacks.</li>
<li><strong>Master the sitting trot.</strong><br />
Duh. This one just cracks me up.  Sets of cavaletti&#8217;s followed by three-foot in-and-outs&#8230; (as in a series of three jumps in a row, each three feet tall, with the horse taking one stride in between, for those of you who haven&#8217;t ridden hunters or jumpers) without stirrups AND without reins was part of the regular practice routine back when I was riding hunters. Not just for me &#8211; for everyone. Master the sitting trot.  Hee hee hee.  Um, that would be a &#8220;yes, already done that. (who <i>wrote</i> these?)</li>
<li><strong>Ride a fine-tuned horse in your discipline of choice, be it dressage schoolmaster or barrel champ.</strong><br />
You mean like the time I was talked into taking out a highly trained eventer through an Olympic training level cross-country course, because I was naive enough to believe his owner when she said &#8220;if you think any of the fences are too hard for you, you can just go around them.&#8221;  Little problem:  my friend neglected to tell the <i>horse</i> that, and being a very talented and competitive eventer, Horsie thought jumping was more FUN than carrots and apples, and the bigger the fence the BETTER and ALL fences were made to be <i>jumped.</i> I&#8217;m guessing it must have looked like the equine equivalent of putting a Piper Cub pilot behind the controls of an F-18 fighter and slinging him off a carrier via the steam cat.  Screams optional. I&#8217;m here to tell you it was six miles of sheer unadulterated terror&#8230; but, damn, I&#8217;d do it again in a heartbeat!</li>
<li><strong>Watch polo. Even better, try your hand at it!</strong><br />
Actually, I&#8217;ve played a bit of polo, and am totally lousy at it.  But, boy, could the Morgans I rode kick butt in a good game of broom polo.</li>
<li><strong>Feed, muck, groom, ride. Repeat daily.</strong><br />
If this is on anyone&#8217;s bucket list, they need their head examined. My bucket list?  Owning the horses and having somebody <i>else</i> always do this for me. Daily. For free.</li>
<li><strong>Wake up to a whinny every morning.</strong><br />
If I was waking up to whinny, it would mean yet another Morgan spent its night scheming out a way to go over, under, around or through a &#8220;horse-proof&#8221; fence and was demanding breakfast at 4 a.m. by shoving its nose into the house. Does this sound like a life ambition to you?  No?  Me neither.</li>
<li><strong>Fly down the track on a Thoroughbred.</strong><br />
You haven&#8217;t experienced a gallop until you&#8217;ve galloped a just-off-the-track-Thoroughbred who has learned to do one thing in its life (run like hell, with no on-board brakes as standard equipment and about as much steering mobility built in as an oil tanker) and the pig truck arrives unannounced to drop off a load of angry full-grown porkers in an open pen right next to the arena.  Yeah, that&#8217;s a bucket list item everyone should aspire to have.  Special note:  be sure to have clean undies waiting at the point you figure your crazed mount will finally stumble to a stop in exhaustion. That will ensure that you can obtain a &#8220;newly freshened&#8221; feeling after you drop to the ground and kiss it fervently in sheer and abject thanks for your survival.</li>
<li><strong>Meet one of your favorite famous horses in person.</strong><br />
See &#8220;Lone Ranger&#8221; above. I always did want to meet Silver.</li>
<li><strong>Ride bareback, bridleless &#8230; or both!</strong><br />
Well, duh, I&#8217;m guessing whoever wrote this one was born into money, because the rest of us rode that way because it was <i>cheaper</i> than putting lots of wear and tear on that expensive tack.  What, that&#8217;s not why you&#8217;re supposed to ride bareback and bridleless?  It&#8217;s supposed to be a <i>mystical</i> experience? <br />
<i>*eye roll*</i><br />
(Remind me again, did I already ask <i>who wrote</i> these stupid questions?)</li>
<li><strong>Share a bond with your horse that’s deeper than words.</strong><br />
I leased a Thoroughbred for a while who would fight with me over who got the last spoonful of our shared hot-fudge-coffee-flavored-ice-cream sundaes.  Does that count?</li>
</ol>
<p>Whew &#8211; that it!  That&#8217;s the end of the meme.  Aren&#8217;t you glad we had this moment of sharing?</p>
<p><i>*snort redux*</i></p>
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