I have another story. A couple of years ago I decided I had to buy a horse. After a few years of being a bit aimless, then serving in the military, and going back to college, almost 15 years had passed since I'd last touched a horse. My goal was to buy a nice trail horse to dink around with.
I find this half Arab/haflinger cross that's just adorable, green broke, but a 12 year old rides him walk/trot just fine. He's also priced super cheap (which I still couldn't really afford). When I went to look at him, the horse was a saint. Very mellow and calm. Test rode him, everything was great. Just a puppy dog. Nothing I did phased him, he was Mr. Well-Behaved. So I bought him.
Following weekend I go to pick him up and bring him home. My friend and I get to the place and the owner is just standing by the barn. Even though I'd told her the exact time I'd be there, the horse is still in the pasture. I go up to the lady, but after a few minutes its clear that she has no intention of getting the horse out any time soon. I ask if she'll help me get him out and she tells me i'll be fine and that even if a horse gets loose they're no problem to catch. Uhm, ok. I skip my happy little butt to the pasture and realize the gate is just one strand of electric wire with a little handle at the end. Of course my new horse is pastured with a herd of horses and they all come flying up to the fence when I get to it. I unhook the single strand of wire, grab my pony, shoo'd back the other ponies, safely get my pony out and re-latch the strand of wire behind us both. Whew!
I'm happily walking my new pony back up to the barn, when I hear it.... That sound wire makes when it's being pushed to capacity by a large animal. I look behind me just as the single strand of wire comes snapping back at me, and suddenly horses are charging at us. My pony bolts forward as another horse slams into his hind end. I get caught between my pony and another horse that decided it wanted to stand where I was standing. I'm freaking out and scared to death I'll be knocked down and trampled (I'm 4'11"). I'm trying to shoo the horses that haven't come through away from the gate to stay in the pasture. I look up toward the barn expecting the BO and pony owner to be running frantically to help me... They're both just standing there watching. No ones moving.
Something just clicked at that point, their utter lack of protective gear for he kid, the bridle put together wrong, everything... and I realized these people were crazy. In a "kill themselves and anyone close enough" type of crazy. I turned back to the gate, and at this point ALL the ponies were out, turn back to the barn. Still no one moving. I shrug and lead my pony back to the barn.
As I'm halfway back to the barn, the whole heard of loose ponies goes galloping around off to greener lands. This causes my pony to bolt and by God I'm not letting go of the rope or it'll be hours before I can catch him again. I was doing okay. I had the rope, my feet were still under me, and I felt a massive jerk and I go flying through the air to land belly first with a whomphf in the grass and now I'm sled dogging next to four very sharp feet. Suddenly he stops, and I jump up, wrap the lead round his nose for extra leverage and lead him back up to the barn, again.
As I'm leading the pony on the trailer, my friend asks "are you sure you want this horse?" Of course pride has finally gotten the best of me, and although I'm shaking like a leaf, I tell him "Of course".
That was the beginning of my time with the worst behaved horse EVER.
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