I was trying to catch one of our crazy mules. I was riding Denny just after I had started training him. We were running flat out across a pasture trying to get in front of the mule and I felt his gait change just a tad. I looked down just in time to see a 4 foot deep and 3 foot wide gulley go under his belly. If he hadn't seen and jumped it, it probably would have killed us both.
I kinda have 2
I was riding Denny again and we were trying to catch a wild yearling steer to rope it. I was focused on the steer and we were running uphill. The grass was about as tall as Denny's belly. We were about 50 feet behind the steer running full out when all of a sudden, the steer dissappeared. By the time I realized what was ahead, it was too late to stop or turn. I just held on for dear life and Denny skidded for about 15 feet trying to stop before he hit the edge. He couldn't stop in time so he bunched every muscle and launched himself off the 12 foot cliff that the steer ran off of. He hit the ground running and knocked the air out of me. He wasn't hurt (thank god).
I think maybe he is my guardian angel.