One day earlier this Spring, I walked out into the pasture to catch Sam grazing near the rest of the herd. I caught him fine, but when we started back a yearling darted into us, the whole herd got into the frackas and Sam was being wisked away in the middle of the herd wearing his halter with his lead rope dangling on the ground.
I FINALLY caught him. I was so mad.
The next day I took a lunge whip out with me. I COULD NOT CATCH SAM. He ran from me completely.
The barn owner had a good laugh at my expense. Saw me walking with the lunge whip and decided to see what happened. Well, what happened is my own horse decided to bugger off.
I don't take a whip or stick with me now. But, I have learned to walk with eyes behind my head and wave my arms if anyone gets too close.
I have not had another repeat of the events of that fateful day, but it surely taught me to pay attention.