Electric fence Roslyn knows them so well. We were out with a bunch riding generally getting the horses intune for the summer a couple of years ago. I was riding Savannah, the horse at the bottom of the page. At the time she was a rising 4 year old to young to ride but we never galloped or jumped her, half clydesdale and half TB and huge.
Come to this creek and some of the ladies were training there horses to cross and I was holding Savannah back out of the way by walking in circles and close to the bank of the creek on each pass. Savannah got tired of waiting and as we walked past them for a think it was the 4th time she turned her head swivled her hips and jumped the creek. Befor I had time to react. I am a learner rider. Savannah lands on the other side and a second or two after so after do I, back into the saddle. We got a clap but it was not my riding ability, it was the very smooth horse I was on. I'm a hang on for dear life kind of rider.
The electric fence! Up a hill we went and arrived at a gate, Roslyn was riding patches, a 37 year old mare. We had all bunched up a little close and while waiting to go through she backed Patches up and hit the hot wire.
Patches bolted forward at a speed rearly seen in an indi car let alone an old horse, and Roslyn, the look of surprise was priceless but she managed to get back control just before Patches was about to go down the hill we had just climbed. A new respect for that horse was found by all that day. Patches is still alive and being used to take disbled people for horse rides. She would be 40 now or close too.
A little later after stopping for lunch, while mounting up my saddle slipped. I had managed to get my right leg all the way over and in the stirup when the saddle slipped over to the left. It all happen so fast I ended up almost under Savannah and hooked up by both legs. Savannah stood perfectly still, she did not flinch, other than to turn her head and looked at me. You could see the expression in her eye. Wrong place Stan, you are surposed to be on my back not under my belly.
I was extreamly fortunate that day as just ahead was a tractor attached to farming implements. If Savannah had of bolted forward, I would have been trampled and smashed against the tractor.
Horses, who in there right mind would would ride them, we are all nuts.
Last edited by Stan; 02-04-2013 at 12:58 PM.