I did them all...
I rode alone, without telling anyone I was going out to ride
I didn't have a cell phone with me
I didn't wear a helmet
I rode bareback with only a bitless bridle
I expected a green horse to canter politely on command
I KNEW that last time I asked him to canter bareback in the roundpen, he wanted to buck
I did it anyway...
We were out in the big field trotting. He took one good canter stride and then started bucking. Every stride was a buck. It took a few strides for me to realize what was happening and then I started hauling on his face and saying 'woah', which only seemed to encourage him to break into a gallop. The thrill of galloping full speed bareback was quickly cut short by my realization that I needed to decide if I was going to bail off or not. We were headed back to the barn with the only options being to go along the gravel road (ouch) or between a metal hay barn and a stripper well (double ouch). He swerved to the left and headed straight for the gravel road, still bucking. I came off over his right shoulder and landed on my hip and face. I laid there a few minutes listening to the horse run off snorting. I mentally noted where he was and then started making sure I still had teeth and that my neck wasn't broken. I got up, found my keys and glasses and caught the horse. I think I stayed on for about 150-200 feet, I never felt insecure or like I was going to fall. I bailed because I knew I couldn't stop him and that he had a greater chance of stopping himself as most horses do when they lose a rider. After I caught him I walked him back to the truck, got back on and walked him around. He was fine. I was fine. I got off of him and noticed that I was seeing spots out of my right eye. I was generally pretty shaken up and felt hazy. I fed the horse, remembered to latch all of the gates and drove home. God, that drive took forever. I slept for about three hours and I am feeling better. I have 'road rash' on my hip and right cheek. My body aches, but I can't tell if that is from the fall or lifting weights yesterday. My head is surprisingly not that sore.
All I can think about is getting back out there with a saddle and cantering him in an enclosed space-with a saddle, and bit, and helmet, and supervision. The longer I wait, the more difficult it will be to motivate myself.