Join Date: May 2007
Location: Fairbanks, Alaska
It wasn't really runny at the time, but when my gelding was four I decided to very inteligently take him out for a ride bareback in a very soft hackamore, and then even more inteligently asked him to canter on a wide open road while I was riding alongside my husnands wheeler. When that was all lovely until my horse kept going faster and faster, and I had absolutely no way to stop him. When he had gone about a mile, and I saw some approaching trees I decided it was time to cut my losses and jump off (my horse was heading toward home). I got myself all prepped to jump, threw myself to one side of him holding mane, looking for a good spot to jump at somewhere around 40 mph, and then pushed away from his body. I rolled, head over heels four or five times, and landed in the only gravel patch in a grassy field. My mouth was packed with dirt, my arms cut up, the wind knocked out of me, I was kneeling on all fours trying to breath, and when my husband and my little 11 year old sister in law caught up on the wheeler, my sister in law said, "you look like a hillbilly". When I could breathe, we laughed.
Needless to say, I no longer ride my youngsters with the bareback and soft hackamore combo on open trail at a canter until I have a strong training foundation and knowledge of their tendencies first. (my stallion, who is now five, would not take of in that situation if his life depended on it!!) It takes everything I have to keep him at a canter on the trail most days :)
Anyway, looking back - I find the story funny now - and just think of it as a learning experience, but I sure was scared at the time!!