Wish I had pictures for you as I write this but can't do it.
The first mule I had was a large draft mule. Loretta was a large draft-saddle mule. She is a sorrell and white mule. Love those red mules.
My friend and I decided we were going over to Dauchet Trails to trail ride. Dauchet trails is a nice area very scenic and has several little water filled creeks rambling thru. It is a wonderful place to go, you needn't be a great rider but you do have to be able to sit in the saddle long enough to get where you are riding and back.
Loretta and I and Cindy was on her mule ,Clyde. We went down the trail and thru some woods and was winding our way to the little creek we haad to cross. Loretta decided she needed to stop to get a drink out of the little stream. She leaned down, I pulled up on the reins. My foot came out of the stirrip and I fell off Loretta and into the stream.
Cindy and Clyde were on the bank waiting for me to get out. When i fell in, I fell face first into the water, I opened my eyes and there in front of me was a rock I barely missed. Cindy was on the bank ''Charleen, you better get out of the way cause we are coming thru." I collected myself, got Loretta and walked out of the stream so Cindy and Clyde could come on through. We laughed at me "snorkling on muleback"
We found a low spot where I could get back on and off we went to finish our ride, I always seem to get these tall mules that I had to look for a mouning block to mount.
Loretta was a great mule except she considered the world was her smorgasboard, I couldn't get her to stop grazing and I'm not a good enough rider to stay on when she is wanting to stop and eat. I finally traded her for a horsetrailer and got another mule. But now that is another story.