I've had some doozies, but there was one where I definitely splatted. I was training a herd of paints for a guy so he could sell some of them off, and the area that I rode was about a quarter mile down a gravel road from the pasture. I had been working with Phantom, who I now own, who at the time was a three year old stud. Had gotten him going really well, and wanted to work with Quincy some, who was a 6 year old mare, and who was a lot unpredictable. So I got my hubby to come out and ride Phantom while I worked with Quincy just in case something went wrong. We had a nice long ride and she was really good, so my hubby asked if he could ride her back to the pasture just to feel her out. So he got up in my English saddle, and I got into his WAY too big Western one on Phantom (who I had been riding bareback and every other which way with no problems for a while). He is taller than me, so rather than move his stirrups all around just for a cool-out walk back to the field, I let my legs hang. About half way back down the gravel road something startled Phantom. We assume deer, but we never saw anything. He lost his mind, flew backward, spun around, and took off bronc-bucking, with his head between his knees. And me in a too big saddle with no stirrups, and loopy reins. I didn't stand a chance. I came off at the top of the third buck, and my hubby said it looked like he'd launched me. I went flying up and came down hard, on my hip, in the middle of the gravel road. Splat. And didn't move. I couldn't. All the air was knocked out of me. Phantom made a beeline for Quincy and cowered beside her, and my hubby bailed off and came running. He thought for sure I was dead when I didn't pop right back up. He's seen me fall a lot of times, but that was the only time I fell and stayed down when he was around. I had gravel embedded in my hip, and was so bruised that I couldn't walk for nearly a week without help.
Another. I had a temporary electric line run around what is now my arena, but used to be just grass. I went out and was sitting on Buck while he grazed. No halter, or tack. I was just sitting and "communing", lol. All was fine until he grazed under the line, and it shocked him on the back of the head. He bolted forward and the fence caught me around the waist and jerked me off his back. When I landed, it was on the back of a straight leg, and I hyper-extended my knee. I was home alone. I managed to crawl to the sidewalk, but I couldn't make it up the steps to the house to call for help. So I sat in the driveway and cried, leg swelling. By the time my hubby got home (he's a paramedic) he had to cut my jeans off just to look at my leg. This was almost 11 years ago, and it still hurts me if the weather gets bad, or if I push it too hard.
"Keep a leg on each side and your mind in the middle"
Last edited by apachiedragon; 02-23-2011 at 10:11 PM.