One was I had my niece, about 8 at the time, on a lead rein. I was riding a good hunter and we had done this many times. We were going up a steep track and my mare suddenly forgot herself and put in an enormous buck as we cantered. My niece went up in the air, I grabbed for her and she me, somehow she ended up sitting behind me.
We never broke the canter until we got to the top of the hill.
One mare who had been very badly neglected as a weaner, was proving a problem to ride. She could buck for England! I did ride her but she was never going to be suitable for a child rider as she was only 14.2
As everything was correct for conformation and temperament she was bred from, producing three foals all champions. Unfortunately the mare died. It was only after her body was taken to the Hunt Kennels and she was winched up, it was discovered she had, at one point, actually suffered a broken back.
I only have two funny stories to share. The first one was when I was helping bring one of my trainer's horses back after some substantial time off due to an injury. We saddled him up and she had him haltered and on a lunge line. I leaned on him and let him get used to my weight. Once he was fine with that, I laid across the saddle on my stomach while she walked him. He was quiet for a bit, then started bucking like a rodeo horse. I was bouncing on the saddle like a fish flops around when you take it out of water. Lol I slid off of him on the downside of a buck and he immediately stopped. My trainer got him settled down after a few minutes. I laid on my stomach across the saddle again and she walked him. He was being a gentleman at that point so I swung my leg over his rump, sat up in the saddle, and picked up my stirrups. She continued walking him and every thing was good until a car drove by. That jerk dropped his head between his legs and tried to launch me. I have no idea how I stayed on but I distinctly remember trying to figure out what to do with my arms as I had no reins in my hands. Afterwards, my trainer said I was doing the airplane and with the way the horse was bucking, looked like all I had to do was flap my arms to take off flying. Lol
The second incident was when I was riding a friend's horse. He was being really good until all of a sudden he was petrified of the back wall. I tried to get him past it and he started bucking. So I kept after him and really tried to get him past the wall. Well he let out a big buck and a twist. I bit the dust and was livid. As I was lying on the ground, a huge raccoon climbed out of the insulation on the wall and was followed by two babies. They stared at me for a bit as I was laughing hysterically, before they scampered off. The poor horse was trembling in the farthest corner of the arena. Lol
isn't it funny with things like that that at some point something like trying to figure out what to do with your arms is possible. Whenever I prepare to ride something that's likely to buck I get all nervy but try to subdue it and just get on with it, I kind of think about how fast it all happens, but then when it happens you can kind of sit and reflect about something. Weird I think. Like the last bucker I rode. One of the last batch of horses I started for my uncle, a few years ago now before I got too bogged down with the PhD work. An absolutely beautiful quarter horse filly, and really smart. I was riding her in the charro saddle I built and was an immediate convert to hand holds in the cantle and ox bow stirrups after it. I swung on and she started to spin buck, but she did so so well balanced that it was surprisingly easy to stick to once I got a hand in a hand hold in the cantle of the saddle (had I not managed that I think she would have done me). But I remember sitting up there looking at the mecate bowed out in front of her as I held it in one had loose and the momentum of her spinning sent the slack out in front of her head, I thought about it afterwards and thought it was quite odd how everything seems to slow down and consciousness seems to take in some little thing like that.
One of the best ever horses I had was a heavyweight hunter. This was a big horse that could carry a lot of weight but, he moved as light as a fairy and jumped like a stag. The problem with him when he came to me to get fit for his owner was that he was the nappiest horse going.
We had many disagreements over where we were going, he never won and got better but every now and then he would try it on.
Having sat him out with his rearing, spinning and bucking, I had never come close to falling from him.
When he had improved with going where I wanted I started leading another horse from him which was fine.
The mare I had was a youngster so, after a hard days fox hunting the day before I decided to just give the pair a quick whizz around the block.
Both horses were acting like idiots and prattling around like they hadn't been out of a stable for weeks so I decided to take them for a longer ride.
First thing was cantering up a track towards the hunt beagle kennels, the hounds started to sing and Tom decided he could've not possibly go near them. He stopped dead and I dropped the mare who turned and charged back from whence we came, I rode back and caught her and no problems passing the kennels.
By this time I had been out for well over an hour still heading away from home.
Now, my attitude to misbehaving horses is to get more work into them so, I did. I kept going trotting and cantering until they were using their brain cells in the correct manner.
I rode back along a bridle path, I had to open a gate which was an awkward one on a horse. I got the gate opened and closed but the mare ended up on my right. Never bothered me so I started to canter along the field. This was in slushy mud from where the cattle had been. We got along the field to the slope down to the next gate. I was out of my saddle and as I normally jumped the gate out on Tom, I leant forward to take a pull. As I did so the mare bit him on the butt, knowing he would buck and kick, she shot forward. Tom brought his back end up as I was about to sit in the saddle. He caught me fair and square and I went straight over his head. I did a handstand on his neck and must have twisted as I landed because I ended up standing in front of him facing.
His face was a picture, he was in shock because he hadn't really done anything but there I was out the saddle!
It was a horrible fall because I splashed myself and the mud had covered the inside of my legs and I had to ride home feeling as if I had wet myself.
When I was about 13, I had broken my arm on a trampoline. Although my arm was broken and casted, I still rode my horse Twister frequently. One day, I saddled him up for a solo trail ride. Everything was going just fine, we were walking along a fence line. All of a sudden, out of absolutely nowhere, he went into a bucking fit. I was not expecting it at ALL, and came flying over his head and hit the fence. I broke my same arm AGAIN, this time right above the top of my cast. My doctor was not impressed, and told me to stay away from horses until my breaks heal. Oops. :)
Well my last bucking story ended horribly. I was stupid and decided to let a greenie go into a gallop in an open field for the first time with anything on her back I stayed on for the first 3 bucks, but was defeated on buck number 4 and this was the result: 1005655_640346405978654_1076322309_n.jpg 64414_640346369311991_1593662060_n.jpg
And the little booger looking like nothing happened lol 55tk.jpg
Needless to say I got lucky as it could have been much worse!
When I was trying out Esmee my instructor sent me on a canter hack, and the entire way she plunged her head down and bucked and bucked and bucked. I was terrified, but I had only been told I was exercising her, not trying her out. I had been telling my parents she was the one, and I'm so glad I went back and told them the ride went great because otherwise I might still be searching for my first horse!
We had these boarders, pretty dishonest people. Glad they're gone now.
Anyway, they trailer their new horse to the barn, they say "oh, I bought him as a present for my wife"
Well, turns out this guy was from auction. He gave their two foals and my mare the sniffles and we thought he had given the barn strangles.
Anyway, they ask me to hop on him. He was a gorgeous horse on the younger side, but he had alright ground manners. I'm in a western saddle we did walk/trot around the arena a couple of times. Now mind you, I was under the impression that this was a broke but un-worked horse, he let me mount just fine, pat him, move him out but all of a sudden he decided he wanted to stop and that he was not going to move. I give him a little squeeze, nothing. I gave him a tap, nothing again. I give him a decent thump, still nothing. So I pick up the reins and give him a tap on the shoulder. Oh my lord did he go ballistic.
I mean he got in at least 4 bucks, and they were ferocious, before I bailed.
Luckily nothing broke, just nasty bruises. The others were in, uh, not place I'd like to post publicly.
I later on found out that he had never had a rider on his back and actually worked before that day. So I do have to give the boy some credit!
(feel free to follow my instagram! Lol I thought I had the pictures of the bruises somewhere, but this was the only one I could find)
I live to ride and I ride to live Horses are just angels without wings 11/01/09 <3 my horse left hoof prints on my heart