He just went to the grainery across the street (still on my property tho) and I slowly walked over (I'm in a walking cast due to tearing the ligaments in my ankle). As he saw me walking up he perked his ears up, threw he head, and BOLTED DOWN THE ROAD! (I guess that's what I get for not working him in a few weeks, he was just full of it!)
So I grab the riding lawn mower since it's closest and make it to the road before I realize I will never catch him on this. I park it and hobble inside to get my car keys. By the time I get into my trailblazer he's completely out of sight. Oh boy.... I burst into hysterics at this point.
I drove a couple miles down the road, scanning the fields, yards, driveways, etc with no luck. Now it was dark out, luckily he's 90% white so it helped at least.
I called friends from out of town to come help, my husband who was on his way to work to come back, and stopped by some neighbors houses who recruited more friends to help (I just moved here so I didn't even know these people but they were very eager to help).
One neighbor grabbed her four wheeler checking the fields while the rest of us checked yards, roads, pastures, whatever. Finally over an hour into the search one of the neighbors decided to check a small, barely visible path that led back behind a field about a mile. Sure enough there was my boy grazing away. He yelled his name and that **** horse came trotting right up like he had been waiting for someone to come get him.
The guy left his wife to lead him back while he came up to get me and drive me to them. I quickly jumped from the truck, hugged the life out of my horse, and rode him back to the house all the while he acted like an angel. So at least the night turned out well! But I can't describe the state of panic that ensued when he took off down that road and out of sight :(