One year I decided to play the most devious prank I could think of on my mom. She was always complaining about how I was always outside, messing with the horses. This particular year, I had gotten a trickonometry book for Christmas. This book described many different tricks and how to teach them to your horses. I had been working with one horse since I go the book, Gabe, he is the favorite show horse of all of ours and he was quite cocky.
I had been teaching Gabe the basics of these tricks; such as: kiss, hug, bow, smile, nod, etc. After he had all of these down, I decided to go one step further. Dogs could do it, so why not horses? I decided to teach him to play dead. I taught him first how to lay down on cue, then to roll onto his side and sprawl out. His finished product was quite convincing and so fun to watch, if you knew it was a trick.
The end product looked like this: “Gabe! Boom!” I would point my hands at him, in a gun-like manner; like when you played cops and robbers when you were younger, and yell these words at him. He got so good at it that no lead rope and halter were needed to control him. I’d go out in the field and bring him in and the first thing I would do was, “GABE! BOOM!” and he would fall, very convincingly, to the ground and sprawl out.
On April 1, we were all going to have a trail ride, as it fell on a Saturday that year. We were riding in the creek bed, back towards camp after a long four hour ride. I had convinced my mom that I really wanted to ride Little Bit, our other horse, the horse she was going to ride, and I insisted that she ride Gabe. She happily obliged. We were all in the creek, watering the horses when I said, “Hey, mom. I taught Gabe something that I think you might like…” She got that “uh-oh, what now” sort of look in her eyes and proceeded to say, “Yes what did you teach him?”
I then, in front of the entire one hundred plus riders, yelled, “Gabe! Boom!” and he dropped to his knees with my mom on his back and sprawled out in the water. Everyone laughed, including my step-dad, who had told me not to be teaching the horses tricks.
But what was the point of the book if I couldn’t use it?
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” my mom shouted. When Gabe dropped, her phone flew out of her pocket and landed in the water several feet away, a couple of the horses around her, didn’t like Gabe’s charade and swiftly moved away.
One of them stepped on my mom’s phone.
Thankfully my mom wasn’t injured and everyone was okay.
However, her poor phone was not.
My punishment for such a feat? Cutting burdock (giant rhubarb looking plants that produce barbs that get stuck in horse’s coats and hair, and are quite a pain to remove) all summer in the tremendous heat, to pay back my mom because I ruined her phone.
Now every time we have people come over for trail rides and camp outs, they always seem to bring it up when we are eating hot dogs around the campfire. “Hey aren’t you that girl who…”