I was riding Hondo out by the river today and we came up to a couple of trucks parked along the path we were on. He had spooked up a bit before with parked trucks in a field so I was expecting a bit of the same this time. So my plan was to push him through and keep going. Well he stopped. Dead stoped and stared at the trucks. So I got him going again not wanting to let him look too long. He turned hard and spooked a bit. He walked off a little and I turned him around toward the trucks again hoping to be able to approach and retreat until he realized they were ok. We did that a couple time and he walked just about past them the last time seeming a bit more relaxed. I thought we were home free . . . Then BAM! He spinned around and was off. I flew off almost immediately and landed on my bum- not too bad. But he ran off a bit and one of the men working in the field saw him and stepped into Hondo's path - guess with the intent to stop him. Hondo turned to get around him and fell into a small concrete irrigation ditch!!!! He fell pretty bad but stood up almost immedietely. I got him out and saw that he has scrapes on his right knee, right thigh, and on the right side of his face. He seems to be bruised up pretty bad. He limped the whole way home- I led him home from the ground of course. I washed him off and gave him some Butte for today. I will put some Vetrycin on his scrapes this evening.
I feel HORRIBLE. If I would have just turned him around and gone home or to another field to ride, he would be fine and I would be feeling this way. I also could have gotten off and led him past the trucks, but . . . No I chose to ride it out. This is a tough feeling man. I feel guilty that he got hurt and that it was my wanting to push him past the trucks that did it.