Arthur looked at the one he indicated and nodded. "Yea I think she'd be a good one." he agreed and stood up, slowly so as not to alarm the herd which had taken notice of them but were only paying attention just enough. He got his rope ready, having already put on a pair of gloves to enhance his grip.
"Alright here we go." he said and calmly and slowly walked toward the mare.
"Easy there girl...Ain't gonna hurt yea..." He spoke to the mare who'd raised her head, chewing a mouthful of sweet spring grass, ears pricked toward him. He kept up the encouraging words, calling her pretty and assuring her he meant no harm.
She trotted away with a snort, the rest of the herd backing away too, but they didn't bolt which was a good sign. Arthur tried again. The mare seemed more interested this time but, again, strange man. They shifted once more. He was patient, he knew form experience this could take some time, but third time's the charm and he managed to get quite close-
"Gotcha!" he roped her around the neck and began a sort of tug-of-war with her. The rest of the herd ran for it while the gray bucked and reared, but Arthur kept tight hold of the rope and began to wear her down. When she'd calmed enough to stop jumping, he in turn leapt upon her back, and she didn't like this at all.
Holding on for dear life to the rope and to her mane, she bucked and jumped and reared again to throw him. But his grip remained solid and he held, still speaking to her, though now jostled a lot.
The fight wasn't a long one and after a couple minutes she slowed, and stopped her attempts to break free. When Arthur was confident she wasn't going to throw him, he eased off his grip and slid off her back, stroking and patting her neck, giving more words of encouragement before waving Todd over.
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"Alright here we go." he said and calmly and slowly walked toward the mare.
"Easy there girl...Ain't gonna hurt yea..." He spoke to the mare who'd raised her head, chewing a mouthful of sweet spring grass, ears pricked toward him. He kept up the encouraging words, calling her pretty and assuring her he meant no harm.
She trotted away with a snort, the rest of the herd backing away too, but they didn't bolt which was a good sign. Arthur tried again. The mare seemed more interested this time but, again, strange man. They shifted once more. He was patient, he knew form experience this could take some time, but third time's the charm and he managed to get quite close-
"Gotcha!" he roped her around the neck and began a sort of tug-of-war with her. The rest of the herd ran for it while the gray bucked and reared, but Arthur kept tight hold of the rope and began to wear her down. When she'd calmed enough to stop jumping, he in turn leapt upon her back, and she didn't like this at all.
Holding on for dear life to the rope and to her mane, she bucked and jumped and reared again to throw him. But his grip remained solid and he held, still speaking to her, though now jostled a lot.
The fight wasn't a long one and after a couple minutes she slowed, and stopped her attempts to break free. When Arthur was confident she wasn't going to throw him, he eased off his grip and slid off her back, stroking and patting her neck, giving more words of encouragement before waving Todd over.