There were those who were surprised that cows could jump. Not me. I knew cows could jump. I knew this because one day while I was hiking out with two friends who were on horseback, we inadvertently (I swear!) annoyed a very large cow who decided to teach the impudent young humans a lesson. She let out a bellow, a pissed off snort and with about two steps cleared a three foot wire fence and set off after us. My one friend's horse went straight up in the air, swapped ends while airborne, came down and lit out for home like his tail was on fire. Thankfully the other horse was less nimble and much slower, which gave me enough time to do something I'd never done before and have not been able to manage since, mount a horse without aid of stirrup, mounting block, or leg up. I think I got a hand on the saddle and foot on his hock, somehow dragged my terrified butt up behind my friend and held on for dear life as we took off for bovine-free environs.
So, I knew cows could jump, but not that they could be ridden. Bull riding does not seem to count, as the bulls clearly object to the whole process and the riding rarely lasts more than the 8 seconds required for the ride to be official. I'd thought Regina had a pretty darn unique idea. I mean, heck, as a child I'd desperately wanted a horse, but despite being surrounded by farms full of dairy cows, never thought to saddle one up. However, it seems quite a few folks have had similar notions, although none seem to have executed as well as Rachel and Luna.
This one seems a wee bit young to be backed...
Would You Believe A Rising Trot, No Less!
Bovine Barrel Racing
(I had to watch this one twice before I realized they were going around barrels
not just wandering around the ring.)
I think we should introduce Luna and Jackson. We could start a whole new breed of riding cows.