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Snake-Stomped

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#1 ·
Has anyone ever been "snake-stomped" by a horse?

I don't mean you fell off, and 'ole gray accidently stepped on your back. I mean like camped on and stomped. Please share
 
#2 ·
Yes.
When I was at TAFE I had a QH called Buddy. He was my fave, and he was grumpy as but we got along (most of the time).
Us more expereinced where hooner around the arena bareback and I did a jump and tipped off the side and he stood on me and he wouldnt get off. Thank god for riding vests, he got off after a while and got told off.

He did have a habit of striking when someone fell off him, but that was just his attitude and the nasty side in him.
 
#3 ·
Hm.

I suppose.

I was riding a cob, who although grumpy, was pretty much harmless. Rode her, cooling down, and she went off, I was thrown in front of her and she kicked out, and hit me. Dislocated shoulder, AC joint, fractured humerus and 5 years later still gives me grief.

I saw one. An hot arabian threw its owner, and bunny hopped, and landed on her face. I don't know how she survived, but she only spent a couple of days in hospital with concussion and a few stitches.

Do near misses count? The only time I fell off Duffy, she bucked me, after I hit the floor, she bucked at me -.- Didn't get me, mind you...
 
#4 ·
A guy I know was breaking a horse that he had done a sloppy job with and it bucked everytime it was ridden. One time he got bucked off and landed in the horses path. The horse accidently jumped on his chest before it ran off.
 
#5 ·
Well, I do not know for sure because I cannot remember exactly what happened.
I was riding a stud colt, very gentle colt. He got stung by a wasp and bucked so hard and off to the right. He bucked better than I ride.
I only remember sitting up and seeing my left leg stuck out at a backwards 90 degree angle.
My surgeon, who put the rod, plates and screws in, said it was not a simple break, but crushed, and he felt Stetson had surely stepped on me.
I have tried and tried to remember, but just cannot.
 
#7 ·
Yeah - it is not a fun experience. I think I wrote about this in another post about Mustangs and dominance.

My second or third paying job breaking horses was with wild caught Mustangs. Now, these girls were not fresh from the wild, but instead had spent a couple years at a fancy training stable... When I got them in to train, both had been saddled, and 'bronc' ridden. One had been ridden out twice, one had tossed all takers. These two girls were both about five when they came to me. I was 15.

The one who had been 'ridden down' would attack you if you turned your back to her. She would rear and strike, but mostly just sink her teeth into your shoulder. She was the easy one to work with.

The other girl prefered to do her attacking when you were facing her. Thank goodness she was only 14.1 hands. She would periodocially rear up and strike at my head and face. About the third time I came home with bruises on my chest from these strikes, I sought help of another trainer. With a more experience trainer present, we set about our normal workout.

I caught the mare using carrots, groomed her, and then started lunging. I was lunging for several minutes when the horse turned on me. She reared up and showered my head and shoulders with strikes of her front hooves. This time, she knocked me to the ground. Once I was on the ground, she proceeded to do her best to crush my rib cage flat by rearing and coming down on me as well as pawing and biting at my face.

The only reason I lived through the experience was that the other trainer was right there. The moment I was attacked, she attacked the horse with a lunge whip. It took her about six or seven minutes of whipping the horse to convince her to break off the attack. I got through it with several broken ribs and more bruises that could be easily counted.

The odd thing is, eventually that little mare was given to me. With enough kindness she eventually because a lap pet and a great horse. Once she figured out that I was not going to hurt her, she became kid safe. She was fantastic to work cows with, and could jump to four feet. By the time she was ten, she would have made a great kid's horse, but stayed my extra riding horse and was used on occasion for my sister's kids until we lost her to cancer in her late teens.
 
#8 ·
I seen some one get stomped once. We were riding together out on a trail, she was on a stud colt, her red heeler slipped up behind her colt and bit his back legs. The colt hopped a couple times, she got mad and was going to "teach him to never buck again." So cranked him into a tight circle and started using the ends of her reins to smack him in the rump. The colt who was scared to start with was now terrified and began really bucking, rider hit dirt, madder than ever. She had really long reins on her bridle that were continuous reins, she pulled the reins back over the horse's butt down just above his hocks and began beating the horse with a branch she broke off a near-by tree. The colt stood quivering thinking he was trapped by the bridle. After a bit the dog joined in harassing the colt, nipping at the colt's hind legs, so she turned attention to the dog smacking it a couple times with the stick, but it had the option to run, and it did. When the dog eluded her she went back to the horse, but this time the horse had had enough and snapped the reins and the headstall and turned on her. He struck her in the leg the first time and knocked her down and struck at her again as she lay in the sand, only by blind luck did he miss killing her, his hoof scraped her side and planted on the ground next to her. Somehow she managed to roll away from him and get to her feet. He chased her another 15 ft. would have been further but she climbed a tree to escape. Oddly she had brought a second bridle, like she expected this sort of thing, and rode home on the colt that had literally just tried to kill her.

I was only 15 at the time, was horse crazy and didn't have a horse of my own but I decided I'd rather not ride than to treat a horse that way. That was the last time I ever rode with that person.
 
#9 ·
If near misses count...then yes.

Last summer when I got bucked from that psycho mare, it was one of the few times I wasn't wearing a helmet. I blacked out momentarily and when I came-to, my friend was screaming at me to get up (she was in the round pen with me, thankfully, or I would probably not be writing this). I bounced to my feet and looked around for the horse. Saw my friend standing between us with her hands outstretched to either side (making herself look as big as possible). Turns out, as soon as I hit the ground, that mare came straight for me with her ears pinned and all ready to snake stomp me. Only my friend's quick thinking saved me. Came away with a severely sprained left ankle (it had tangled in the stirrup as I went over her right shoulder) and a whole heap of confidence issues that I still have to work through every time I ride.
 
#12 ·
Attempted snake stomp victim here. The big yellow fellow in my avatar did things his way until the day he died. When I first got him I tried working with him to fill in some of the holes in his education. He also has the dubious honor of being the only horse who genuinely bucked me off. He could buck!

Anyways...Puddles freaked him out. He was convinced the loch ness monster was in each and every one of them. One rainy summer day I decided to take him for a walk so that he couldn't avoid the puddles. I got about half a mile down the road leading him. We just crossed a large and warm puddle, his head was cocked sideways watching the water closely for movement. I reached to his shoulder to pat him and he flipped out. Reared full height, lashed out at me, teeth bared. No real warning other than a normal spooky horse act. I really was paying attention because he was big and strong willed. I got no warning on this. Tried to bring him back to earth for a few seconds but he was going at me. I let go of the lead and he continued the attack. Jumped into a thick mass of saplings and he continued around looking for a way in at me. We went around that thicket for what seemed like an eternity. He was lashing out and snapping like a rabid coyote. He broke off just as suddenly and galloped for home. No clue why he stopped. Possibly he heard one of my mares call. I got back to the yard and he was standing at the gate like nothing at all had happened.

Miss my big yellow dummy something fierce. 25 years of a lunatic in the pasture, it's so quiet without him doing his airs above the ground at dinner time and other high speed activity.
 
#13 ·
I have to admit to this, not once but twice, yes twice. I am an idiot, or used to be LOL.

Once I taught the cutest lil baby to play tag. Ummm yes they do grow up duhhhh. Once grown chsing and stomping become a natural thing *sigh*.

The other was my first stud colt. He was awesome!! And disrespectful as all get out. I didn't make him mind and the disrespect got out of hand. He cornered me in the run in (half a chicken house) and proceeded to stomp me and retrain me. Dad retrained him, with a Winchester.
 
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