Saddled Ransom Western, hunter bit, and, without hesitation, hopped on straightaway in the pasture.
And we walked. And walked, and walked. All over his side of the pasture, in and out of the tree cover, around the arena outside, up & down fencelines, back & fro. All over the place.
Not one hesitation. Not one spook. Not one, "Whoa Mom! Whatta was THAT funny noise?!" Not a one...
A good solid half hour's goof off. A good mental break for him, while exercising his "where do my feets go on uneven ground", and a ear-flapping experience. A nice change of pace for us both.
Good preparation for the upcoming show.