02-24-2008, 04:12 AM
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I was riding my gelding 5 years ago when he was a young, and disobedient little thing. He was bareback, and in a hackamore. I started cantering down the airstrip near our house, and when I decided to stop, he didn't agree. I had no leverage from a saddle, and not bit, so despite my tries, I was along for the ride. He was running full out pretty soon, rounded along the airstrip road back the other way and started through a field.
At the end of the field, was a patch of woods, through which was the short, paved road back to the house. He was headed that way, and I didn't want to get taken off in the trees, so I decided to jump for it. I finally got the guts to make the jump, and tumbled over myself a few times, landing in the only rocky patch in a grass field.
My wind was knocked out of me, and I was on the ground on all fours trying to breath when my husband and his 12 year old sister caught up to me on the six wheeler (we had been out riding together until my little adventure). My mouth had also been packed with dirt from the fall, and my face was covered in dirt. My little sister in law told me that I looked like a hillbilly. I would have laughed if I could have breathed.
I came out of it with a road rash on my arm and sore ribs. Surprisingly that was my worst horse incident so far (fingers crossed it stays that way).
Needless to say, I do not ride my youngsters with the bareback/hack-amore combo out on the trail anymore - at least until I know their character, behavior patterns and training really well first. For example, my stallion, being SO different than my lovely gelding, would never do that - he is more of an eating opportunist. :)