I hesitate to write this, not wanting to show the world (or at least my HF friends) that , yes, I am not perfect.
However, this is just too good not to share.
Two weeks ago, this Wednesday, two good friends and I went out on one of my trails to evaluate what work may need to be done. I took Walka and all was going well.....that is until we got to what should have been the stream.
Where the stream once was, was now a beaver pond with dam as well as a hut. Now while I knew the bottom of the now stream turned beaver pond was gravel, I didn't know what was on top of the gravel bottom. The water was black!
So, what did I do. Turn around like a sane person would. Of course not! I chose to put Walka into the "pond" and try and cross it. He ,like an obedient gelding, struggling to be a good partner, stepped in. Hmmm, up to his knees. Okay, we'll continue. Two more steps, now up to his belly, and we still haven't made center. Mind you he is 16'2" and my friends horses are 15' 1".
As we stopped for me to evaluate the situation, yes, I know what you're saying, "fine time for that!", I spotted a limb just below the surface inline with Walkas upper right leg. Just as I spotted it, he took a step forward with his right leg and WHAM!
He did a rollback, or rollback and spin not sure happened in a split second and launched himself out of that pond. I took another route....somersaulting into the deepest part of the black water pond!
If you were to ask, "how deep was it", I could tell you exactly how deep. Just above my breasts, and I am 5'5".
So, in hindsight, of course I should not have attempted crossing. I broke a rule I have, and that is if you cannot see the bottom, you do not put your horse in it. And for my reward for breaking my own rule, I got to swim with the beavers!
Feel free to chastise me for my stupidity, and give much deserved sympathies to my Walka.