My worst fall happened actually back in 2008 now that I really think about it. I was probably 17 and my friend Jessie who I was riding with had to be around 13. She was riding her 17yo TB Justin and I was on Beau, my QH who at the time was 7. Jessie and I were riding on trail and Justin tripped over an exposed tree root coming off the top of a hill and fell just about on top of her. Somehow, I think he managed to arch his body and avoid landing on her because she was completely uninjured. Justin then got up and cantered off up the trail towards the barn.
Now, I made two mistakes here. First; Beau was still green and we shouldn't have tried to chase down another horse. Second; we were headed towards the barn. I guess Justin decided he was going to act like a ~REAL TB that day because for the first time ever, Beau and I couldn't catch up to him, at least going up that trail. At the top of the trail, which also happened to be a hill, the barn was off to the right a little ways, and the trail itself opened up to a bit of an open area, but there was a spot of small trees/very large bushes directly ahead of the trail opening. When I had discerned that we weren't going to be able to catch up to Justin, I had to make a decision; turn right or left. I obviously tried to get Beau to turn left since I didn't want him running home all the way to the barn, but that didn't work out so well. He was like LOL I DON'T THINK SO and took a sharp right turn towards the barn (at a full out gallop by this point) and I was caught off guard and flew off.
I landed on the back of my head/neck (thank god I was wearing a helmet) and flipped over, slamming the left side of my body into a fallen tree. I couldn't move for a good 10-15 seconds so I just started screaming for Jessie. I guess I was in shock or something, I don't know. She helped me get up and I ran-limped back towards the barn to make sure Beau was okay and the horses hadn't run down towards the road or anything. I should have known better, Beau is too much of a pig to run away from the barn. I found him standing in the aisleway OUTSIDE his stall, turned around to face me with a very sheepish look on his face. :|
I SHOULD have called it quits right there and went to a doctor (I never did, actually) but being as stubborn as I am, I hooked my arm over Beau's neck, had him walk me out to the arena, and proceeded to hop on and ride for another hour. Interestingly enough, the angle my hip was at when I was riding made it so it didn't hurt at all, though I couldn't walk for about 3 days afterward once I got home. To this day I swear I must have broken or at least cracked a rib or two, because it hurt like heck to breathe and I had severe pain in my ribcage in my left side. I also got really sick a few months after that with an upper respiratory infection I think; I was coughing really bad, to the point where I had to call my mom to come get me from a 3 day school overnight service project thing we had to do (I was excused). I was at a point where every time I would cough I would start sobbing uncontrollably because it hurt so bad in my ribs. :/ Either they weren't fully healed, or I coughed so hard/frequently that I re-injured them somehow.
To this day I have chronic back issues/pain and can't sit in one spot or stand for too long without being in excruciating pain. I also still have issues with my left hip if I walk for too long at once. My short term memory started going downhill after that as well, so sometimes I wonder if it wasn't related to this fall somehow. I am unsure, though.
I know this post is already super long, but my girlfriend Kina has also had some pretty spectacular falls; I'll just outline a few of them briefly.
About two years ago back in Cincinnati, she was cantering Beau bareback and he turned more quickly than she was expecting in one of the corners and she flew into a fencepost. Not the safety flex-fencing around the arena, no, one of the solid wooden posts holding said flex-fencing up. :| She managed to walk out of the arena with help from her friend who was visiting us (while I jumped on Beau and gave him a 30 second lesson in LISTEN TO YOUR RIDER please) and collapse in the shade. I got Beau put away in under 2 minutes, ran over and pulled her helmet off because it was 105 degree weather with extreme humidity and that was my first thought. My phone also cut out halfway through the 911 conversation when I was attempting to call an ambulance for her (I didn't realize that they could use the cell phone location thing to get the address) so we said screw it and against better judgment, got her into my car and proceeded to haul ass to the nearest hospital. It was supposed to be a 30 minute drive.. we got her there in 15 mins!
Anyway, she sustained a broken rotator cuff that still needs replaced, shredded the muscles in her back/shoulder on the right side, broken collarbone, fractured humerus, and collapsed disc in her back.
Another time, up here in Erie, we were riding double and Beau's back foot slipped on the dirt/gravel driveway because it was a tad bit slippery out and we both fell off. She managed to pull me on top of her somehow so she took the brunt of the impact and suffered a fractured pelvis.
She tends to have horrible luck with Beau, because later on that year he stepped on an underground beehive when they were cantering and proceeded to rear/buck/flip sh*t because they both were getting stung up by all the bees. He bent the clips on my favorite pair of split reins when he stepped on them after she bailed, but at least he was in the bitless bridle so his mouth didn't get torn up or injured in any way by a bit.
Fly Without Wings
Last edited by Ne0n Zero; 05-06-2012 at 06:44 PM.