I was about to ask if you could include a video to go along with the image attachment, but then realized I’d missed the link in the text. Nice! The only time I rode a horse was for a summer in Montana when I was 12 years old and had the chance to go to a camp for a month out there. If we’d had a place to keep it (and the money to keep it up), I’d have taken “my” horse back home in a heartbeat. Loved that month, but never had another chance the rest of my life. I’ve come to appreciate the close relationship that can be formed between a human and an animal in the years since, and can only imagine what it must be like in this kind of sport. Must be special.
"Ye hear of wars in far countries, and you say that there will soon be great wars in far countries, but ye know not the hearts of men in your own land."