So on my next day off I saddle her up and head out down the road. The road I am on is not used often by anyone other than people who live on the road, but even so, cars going by were nothing. She was being a little stubborn about going out and was calling to my other horses,but I figured that she would get over it once we were out further and got going a bit. She wasn't spinning around or refusing to go or anything like that, just not moving forward with as much vigor as I would like and had her attention elsewhere.
The plan was to take it slow and walk the two and a half miles to my grandmother's house. This consisted of a right turn off of SL road on to G road and then at the end of G road was a left turn on to H road and a half mile up H road was the right turn on to R road which my Grandmother lives on.
None of this ended up happening.
About two yards from the first turn on to G road a combine was coming up the road from behind me so I move her to the other side of the road to wait for it to pass while standing in the driveway of a hay field. The field was well grown in and as soon as the combine had passed and I asked Thelma to move forward she started to back up instead since her head was still back with the other horses and that is the direction she wanted to go.
She backed into the fence line and (I didn't know what happened until I went back later) she hopped around and freaked out. She spun around backward, effectively dislodging me from the saddle, and ran straight through the hay field toward home. (at least that is what I hoped)
I ran after calling for her since she generally has a really good verbal woah, but she was freaked out bad. I lost sight of her and when I came over the hill and got to the edge of the hay field it was fenced, though grown over, so she had to have jumped it. I run straight back to the farm and go check to see if she went to the gate or something. Nope.
So I go yelling to my BO who works at home and we head out the search for her in the car. About a mile the opposite direction I was heading earlier is a pretty major intersection and a township where I live, so I was hoping one of the farms down the road had grabbed her or something. After half hour of searching and I was totally freaked out and alot of the fields were already harvested so she could have easily took off in just about any direction. UGH!
We decide to go back and make sure she didn't find her way home only to see her happily munching away at the neighbor's front law. She whinnies at me when she sees me and starts walking over to me. I go and catch her and see that her left rear leg is scraped and bloody, but she didn't seem to be favoring it at all. I led her back to the barn,un tacked her, and cleaned her leg(only superficial scrapes. Nothing deep at all.) apply scarlet oil, and then feed her before walking back up to the spot she freaked out.
I looked through some of the overgrown grass and there was a broken tee post only about a foot and a half sticking out of the ground.
No wonder she flipped out like that. Poor girl.
I have since been working on her herd bound issues more slowly and she is coming along nicely, though she has not been off the property since then.
I thought that I was being perfectly vigilant, but I should have known better than to take her where there is tall grass that could have hazards in it. I can't blame her for becoming scared when she was "attacked" out of the blue like that.
So that's the story of how I lost my horse for a half hour once. Anyone else?