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#1 ·
I'd like to hear some of your stories about the worst experience you've had on the trail (or stories you've heard from other people). It could be an accident, something you've seen, how a horse has reacted to something, etc.
 
#2 ·
Howdy dashygirl:D My worst ever trail riding experience. We were riding in the mountains and coming back in we got on the dirt road and my mare and my friends MFT had been having a hissy contest with each other all day. We were at an ext trot and I never felt it but I heard it, my mare in stride kicked out to hit my friends horse and instead got my friend right about his boot and broke his leg. I never had felt so bad in my life...Needless to say I traded her for 2 grulla fillies.. She was a great ride and trail horse but had a streak in her and she would rear and lunge forward so after she had done that on a mountain trail a few times and then broke my friends leg she had to go....:mrgreen:
 
#4 ·
That is horrible! Let's see, my worst trail expirence... the first time I rode my mare on a trail was horrible. She likes to walk out, but, none of my other friends horses did that, and plus she is old and grumpy. So she would through a fit every time I had to turn her around and go back to the others. She is SO impatient! I ride her in a hackamore because she has a teeth problems, and we had to cross a road, and a car was coming, and she didn't want to stop. I wheeled her around in a circle, and the dumb driver didn't slow down, so her but was inches from his car, and she didn't know what it was, so she kicked out at it! Luckily, she missed the car!! But it was an overall, scary, annoying, not enjoyable ride. :?
 
#5 ·
Well he wasn't as upset about it as I was. But it did help him to quit smoking. His Dr told him that it would take him longer to heal up. So he did and is still smoke free....:D
 
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#6 ·
Well, we were riding out on trails that these horses had been on probably hundreds of times before. It was myself, my mother, some other people, and the BO. I was on my BO's new rescue, who she'd taken out plenty of times so she was confident that I could take her out. We were on the last leg of the trail, when all of the sudden my horse just bolted. To this day I have no idea what I did, or if I did anything, to set her off, but I held on for a good few minutes before finally just letting myself fall. I stupidly put my arms out, I even knew it was stupid as I was falling, and I shattered my right wrist.

I did go back one other time to that particular barn, and of course the BO put me on a dead horse and I was thinking to myself "I want to GO" the whole time we were out on a trail. I'm such a speed demon xD
 
#8 ·
Hmmm, I've got 2:
my first one was when I first started trail riding (I was 10 and my pony was 4, not a great combo) we where crossing a really shallow stream (like a foot and a half in the deep spots) and Wally decided he didn't want to go in the water, so I got off and led him through, and he bumped into me half way across, and I landed face down in the very muddy water. My aunt and her friend, who I was riding with, had a real hoot about that one. The other time, we where galloping, and Wally figured it might be fun to stop and put his head down. lol. You can imagine what happened from there.
 
#9 ·
we where crossing a really shallow stream (like a foot and a half in the deep spots) and Wally decided he didn't want to go in the water, so I got off and led him through, and he bumped into me half way across, and I landed face down in the very muddy water.
Something similar to that happened to me. I was riding this horse I was trying out to buy, and we were crossing a river (something he was very acclimated to doing) when he decided to plop right down and have a good 'ol roll in the water. I jumped off before he had the chance to lay on my leg and I had to have someone chase him down so I could get back on! It was quite funny.
 
#10 ·
My worst experience was not something that happened to me, but that happened to my husband - and I had to watch helplessly.

We were trail riding with our local round up club when a helicopter flew low overhead. I mean LOW! I could have stood up on my horse's back and grabbed the landing gear. I don't know what was in that pilot's mind - safety sure wasn't! Anyway - a lot of the horses spooked - but my mare just danced around a little. However, my husband's horse took off in a blind panic and both horse and husband disappeared over the side of a deep gully. We all raced to the side of the gully and you could see where the horse had rolled down the side. The horse was standing at the bottom, soaking wet but hubby was nowhere to be seen. After a couple of seconds, he popped up out of the water choking and spitting. The horse was unhurt and all hubby got out of it was muddy clothes and a very bloody scratch over his eye. We were not very smart, because he climbed back up on his horse and we finished the trail ride - another 6-7 miles. We never did figure out who was flying the helicoptor and/or why it was so low. Probably a good thing, too!
 
#11 ·
One time, my dearest friend, Holly and I took two of her ponies out on a trail. I was on Butterfinger, a moody little shetland mare, and she was on Phantom, a sweet little quarter pony gelding. Her trails arent flat pleasure trails, theyre steep and rocky and wooded and very hard to ride. We had just halters on the ponies, since they were extremely easy to ride. Half way into the trail (the trail's about 5 miles long) we heard little kids in the distance. Holly remembered her new neighbors and thought theyd like to pet the ponies. So we went off the trails (stupid) and headed in the direction of the voices. Once we could see the house, we saw the kids were going inside and no one was out anymore. We turned around and also realized that we had no idea where the trails were. We went in circles for two hours trying to find the trails when we heard running water. The stream was right next to the trail. We went towards the stream and phantom crossed it with no problem, but when butterfinger came to the water, she froze and wouldnt move. That was very unlike her. I kept trying to get her to move and became frantic when I heard dogs barking and growling behind us. Two dogs were about 50 feet away from us in the woods and staring at us and butterfinger wouldnt move. I jumped off and pulled her towards the stream. Finally she jumped over and tried to take off. I held on tightly long enough to jump on and gallop away with holly and phantom. The dogs chased after us for a little bit but soon lost interest. I hated it. -.-
 
#12 ·
Oh, I've had a few..

I was galloping bareback in Camble Valley Park with two friends. I was on one of their ponies. Well we cut through the people trails but didn't think about it too well. We had ridden in there the night before and barely made it under the tree branches on little ponies. And now we were galloping through there on big ponies.... the smallest was in the lead and made it through, the medium one snapped a huge branch and the branch fell onto me and knocked the wind out of me.

I had a mare rear up and flip over onto me and my cushioning was a fence post. We snapped it. I fell off at that point. She scrambled, reared back up and came down on my leg.

I fainted once off my old chestnut mare. She ran over top of me. I had huge hoof print bruises on my back.

By far the scariest was swimming in a river and having my horse go under.

By far the most painful was the silliest, most recent fall. I got swiped off backwards by a tree branch. At a walk. I hit the front of my face on my horse, then fell and hit the back of my head on a rock and also my back landed on a rock. I'm hopped up on pain killers as we speak. I did something seriously horrible to my back. :(
 
#13 ·
Oh, I've had a few..

I was galloping bareback in Camble Valley Park with two friends. I was on one of their ponies. Well we cut through the people trails but didn't think about it too well. We had ridden in there the night before and barely made it under the tree branches on little ponies. And now we were galloping through there on big ponies.... the smallest was in the lead and made it through, the medium one snapped a huge branch and the branch fell onto me and knocked the wind out of me.

I had a mare rear up and flip over onto me and my cushioning was a fence post. We snapped it. I fell off at that point. She scrambled, reared back up and came down on my leg.

I fainted once off my old chestnut mare. She ran over top of me. I had huge hoof print bruises on my back.

By far the scariest was swimming in a river and having my horse go under.

By far the most painful was the silliest, most recent fall. I got swiped off backwards by a tree branch. At a walk. I hit the front of my face on my horse, then fell and hit the back of my head on a rock and also my back landed on a rock. I'm hopped up on pain killers as we speak. I did something seriously horrible to my back. :(

That's awful. you've had a lot of bad things happen to you. Your a magnet of trouble lol.

My worst trail ride ever was the second time I'd ever rode a horse. I was on holidays and went on a horse trek. I had already been on one the week before and had really enjoyed it, so I decided to look for another horse trekking place. I found one and went for a trek with my family. I was put on a young horse named Lofty. He was really young and defiently not bombproof.
When we were out, it was really quite windy, and at one spot we had to go one at a time. I was behind two horses when suddenly Lofty burst into a trot. At the time I though he had galloped, but it was only trotting. I tried to pull him back and he came after a few seconds. Then a few minutes later, we came to a huge clearing where we could spread out a bit. Lofty burst into a gallop(or really fast canter) and began galloping towards the edge of a huge cliff. I didn't know how to control him or get him to stop, so I held onto the western pommel and hoped he would stop. But he didn't, and as we got closer to the cliff, I knew I had to do something, so I yanked on the reins and pulled him around and he finally came to a halt. The trekking instructor then rode over to me and told me my coat was freaking the horse out. I took my jumper off. And we kept going with the trek. But I told the instructor that I wanted a lead rope attatched so the rest of the way I was being led by the instructor.
It has taken me 7 months to get my confidence back in horses.
 
#14 ·
I was a reckless, unsupervised kid with several horses at my disposal. Those are only some of the horror stories I have. I've smartened up as I've gotten older but boy do I ever have some not so pleasant stories.

A fall off that wasn't trail related but rather amusing is when my horse refused a fence because I used to jump ahead a lot when I was younger. I went flying over her ears, landed on the pole like you'd sit on your horse, one leg on each end and got slivers where you certainly don't want slivers.
 
#16 ·
My worst experience was on a borrowed Standardbred filly. It was an 8 hour ride and 2 hours into it we had climed a razorback ridge that was bulldozed so it could be fenced. There was just enough room between the 8 wire fence and a rather steep, high drop to ride our horses. Unfortunately at one point the hill had slipped, all that was left was a goat track about 2ft below which the horses had to drop down onto and then sort of skip across. There was not enough ground left by the fence for a horse to walk across. Unfortunately it was right at this point the horse that I was riding and I decided to have a difference in opinion. She thought she could hug the fence and I knew that she had to take the goat track. Well, she compromised by just leaping! I am sincerely grateful that we did NOT fall down into the gorge. However she was so close to the fence that I got my knee caught on a large post. We made it across to a wider piece of ground thank goodness but my knee was the size of a football! Fortunately my knee wasn't broken because the post I hit with it was! Unfortunately I had to keep going on the ride and it was the longest 6 hours of my life. It hurt to ride and it hurt to walk!
 
#17 ·
I have three stories, all from this summer.
The first time, we were in the cow fields and they are connected by gaits. We had to open the gait so the trail leader stopped her horse, telling us to go a couple feet away and stop there. I was behind her on Rocco, and Rocco refuses to halt on trails. So she stopped at the gait to open it, and Rocco and I went on and then tried to stop, but he refused to and we ended up going a little further down the hill. The trail leader came back to the front and her horse began to rush toward us. He was more focused on fighting her and not watching his footing. He slid and started to fall, but he got up pretty quickly and she was unfazed. I don't know how- it was horrifying to watch. :|
The next one was not so bad. I was riding Pinnochio on a trail & he was very jittery. We did a lot of galloping, and the trail leader was worried that he was too hyper so she told me for jumping, I'd have to fallow a slower horse instead of her fast, jittery pony. I turned around to fallow Jen. We started to go for the jump, and I'd been fighting Pinnochio a lot and decided to let him go. Bad idea- he went too fast and ended up jumping "next to" Jen and her horse. (It was an XC jump. ;) ) He ducked out and then lept over the jump. I held on for dear life and eventually got back into the saddle. ;)
Another one- I was riding Babe on a trail and we were walking down a "rollercoaster". I was behind Emily, who was on Gollywog. Golly was only being ridden by her and was SO hyper. He took off somewhere down the hill and Babe took off after him. The hill was so steep that she fell on the way up. :'( We were both OK, though :)
 
#18 ·
I have 3 pretty not so great experiences.

My first was at about 8 years old, my parents and I decided to ride in the Christmas parade. The cops were behind the horses and midway through the parade they decided to turn on their sirens. My mom's horse lost it, but my horse and my dad's were just fine. The bad part was that my dad panicked thinking that my pony was going to freak and grabbed my reins. So he accidentally pulled the reins away from me. :( I was lucky because my wonderful pony just followed the other horses to a near-by parking lot.

My second experience was actually one of my first trails, on that same pony when I was only 8. We were trail riding on the Mississippi River during hunting season, and somebody thought we were deer for a second and shot in our general direction. :( My pony was a good boy though, so he only took off trotting and slowed down pretty quick.

And my final one was the most unexpected. I competed with Competitive Trail Riding with my TWH from the time he was four until he was 8. We were at a ride at the Biltmore Estate. And, all of these people are horse people, so as we're going down the trail we notice this woman is down in the woods relieving herself and had a friend holding her horse. We thought that she would come out at a normal speed, instead she came running out of the woods. All three horses jumped, but mine jumped REALLY hard to the right and left me sitting next to him on the ground where he had been standing. We ended up having to pull him out of the CTR because he had pulled a muscle and was totally freaked out for the rest of the time. Needless to say, we had to work quite a bit more on spooking in place.
 
#19 · (Edited)
Let's see, What the worst? You decide.
First off, you need to understand, that I don't ride in arenas or fairgrounds. I ride in some pretty rough stuff.

On a pack trip in the San Rafael Swell area. Going into Robbers Roost. We were winding up a narrow trail, A pack horse rushed up and bumped a saddle horse/rider. That horse went over a 40' cliff, Rider baled, but horses crashed and broke it neck. Dead Horse.

And ride in the same area my friend's horse ruptured an aorta ( at least we think.) it was trotting along and suddenly started weaving and become unbalanced. Rider got off and the horse laid down and died, all with in about 5 minutes. We took the saddle, cut the brand off and left.

While riding in Yellowstone Park, a friend had a horse break a leg. We had to cut it throat with a knife because park rules prohibit carrying any guns in the park. Since then we always sneak at least one pistol in. Never want to have to put horse down that way again.

I was riding a young green colt. He was pretty herd bound to the gelding I had my Brother in law riding. We came to an area that I thought looked boggy, So I tried to get him to circle around to the right, My Brother in law went left. The colt was upset and fighting me, lunged into the area ( and it was very wet boggy under the grass) and immediately went dow and started thrashing, I stayed on about 3 bucks and then came off, The horse landed on top of me. I was under his belly and reached up and grabbed his halter and pulled his head down to stop him from thrashing any more. My Brother in law, seeing my legs sticking out from under the horses belly and thinking my head was under the mud, came a running, waving his arms, trying to scare the colt off me. Didn't know I was trying to calm the horse. The colt paniced and started fighting again and got a hoof up on my chest and as it pushed off with that hoof, broke two ribs on me. It was a long painful ride back to the truck 15 miles away and a two hour drive back to home.

I was also riding with some friend in the desert, I was the 4th horse to cross a small stream, I felt my colt struggle a little like the mud was holding his feet. The 5th horse right behind me, went down as it followed into the same spot, in what turned out to be quicksand. His whole front end disappeared. The horse was covered in mud from the cinch forward. His back feet stayed on firm ground and hauches never went in. The rider was flipped over the horses head and landed on his back in the river.

Here we clean the mud out of the horses nostrils and eyes.


While at a CTR, I witnessed another fellows horse slip while crossing a ditch. The horse fell and landed on the rider. He was under water, with the horse upside down on top of him. The ditch was so narrow the horse couldn't roll off. The horse was trapped like a turtle upside down. We all jumped off and grabbed the horses legs ( trying to not get struck by the flying hooves as the horse struggled) and pulled him off the rider. He about drowned. Besides being underwater, the saddle horn had knocked the wind out of him. He pulled from the event. Too sore to ride.

I could describe a few more, but that's probably enough. Just remember, It's not a matter of IF you will get hurt by a horse, It's just a matter of When!
If you hang around as many horses as I have, for as many years as I have been riding, You will see many wrecks. Be careful.
 
#22 ·
Let's see, What the worst? You decide.
First off, you need to understand, that I don't ride in arenas or fairgrounds. I ride in some pretty rough stuff.

On a pack trip in the San Rafael Swell area. Going into Robbers Roost. We were winding up a narrow trail, A pack horse rushed up and bumped a saddle horse/rider. That horse went over a 40' cliff, Rider baled, but horses crashed and broke it neck. Dead Horse.

And ride in the same area my friend's horse ruptured an aorta ( at least we think.) it was trotting along and suddenly started weaving and become unbalanced. Rider got off and the horse laid down and died, all with in about 5 minutes. We took the saddle, cut the brand off and left.

While riding in Yellowstone Park, a friend had a horse break a leg. We had to cut it throat with a knife because park rules prohibit carrying any guns in the park. Since then we always sneak at least one pistol in. Never want to have to put horse down that way again.

I was riding a young green colt. He was pretty herd bound to the gelding I had my Brother in law riding. We came to an area that I thought looked boggy, So I tried to get him to circle around to the right, My Brother in law went left. The colt was upset and fighting me, lunged into the area ( and it was very wet boggy under the grass) and immediately went dow and started thrashing, I stayed on about 3 bucks and then came off, The horse landed on top of me. I was under his belly and reached up and grabbed his halter and pulled his head down to stop him from thrashing any more. My Brother in law, seeing my legs sticking out from under the horses belly and thinking my head was under the mud, came a running, waving his arms, trying to scare the colt off me. Didn't know I was trying to calm the horse. The colt paniced and started fighting again and got a hoof up on my chest and as it pushed off with that hoof, broke two ribs on me. It was a long painful ride back to the truck 15 miles away and a two hour drive back to home.

I was also riding with some friend in the desert, I was the 4th horse to cross a small stream, I felt my colt struggle a little like the mud was holding his feet. The 5th horse right behind me, went down as it followed into the same spot, in what turned out to be quicksand. His whole front end disappeared. The horse was covered in mud from the cinch forward. His back feet stayed on firm ground and hauches never went in. The rider was flipped over the horses head and landed on his back in the river.

Here we clean the mud out of the horses nostrils and eyes.


While at a CTR, I witnessed another fellows horse slip while crossing a ditch. The horse fell and landed on the rider. He was under water, with the horse upside down on top of him. The ditch was so narrow the horse couldn't roll off. The horse was trapped like a turtle upside down. We all jumped off and grabbed the horses legs ( trying to not get struck by the flying hooves as the horse struggled) and pulled him off the rider. He about drowned. Besides being underwater, the saddle horn had knocked the wind out of him. He pulled from the event. Too sore to ride.
WOW! I don't think I've ever heard that many scary things from one person before! You certainly are a trooper.
 
#20 ·
Luckily, I don't trail ride in the rough areas Painted Horse does! I can't imagine being stuck in any of these situations! Anyway, my worst experience was on a trail ride on the trails behind the barn, with two of my friends. I was on a Quarter Horse named Boomer, who I had to show for two years. (Showing a trained Western horse in English is NOT fun) He was slow. And I mean slow. Most of my friends assumed that because he was slow, he was also a peaceful, bombproof horse.
They were very very wrong.
We were supposed to be cooling down, and finally decided to head back. On the way, with Boomer and I in the back, a deer pops out in front. First two horses are fine, and we're about to shout to scare it off when Boomer sees it and flips. I can't really remember exactly what happened, as it was two years ago, and I always have difficulty remembering how I fall. But I do recall falling, and slamming my head onto the ground. /----/ This close to smashing my head on a decent sized rock. Meanwhile, Boomer's stuck where he is but panics and scares the first and second horses. Luckily no one else fell off, but to be safe we decided to dismount and walk back, since we were nearly there.
Needless to say, I didn't want to take Boomer back on trails for a while.
I'm very lucky. Been riding for almost ten years, and never broken a bone. I've had close calls, this one of them, but nothing ever too serious. :)
 
#23 ·
I was 13 yrs old ...visiting my father in B.C....never road a horse before...he put me on a green beautiful paint horse and we went for a mountain trail ride...on the way back horse took off and went down a trail that wasnt used ...I held on ...riding sideways ...hitting my head on every tree.(this was in the 70's no helmets)..crushed my glasses by sitting on them ...Man I was lucky...Dad made me ride her back down the mountain while he held the reins behind his horse ...
 
#25 ·
This happened earlier this year.

Was riding with a friend on one of her horses. We had turned down a gravel road with a dead end and stopped about half down it and we were talking if we should turn back home or go on for a bit. While we were talking, both horses ears ***** right forward and started staring at something we couldnt see. It was only about five seconds after that we saw some young alpacas in the paddock near us running to see us. We knew the horses were going to flip out, so we quietly took up our reins as short as can be and then it just happened so fast. My friend and the hrose she went on, spun around so fast almost hit the horse I was on. Friend ended up near the main road only having stopped him before he bolted onto it, and ym hrose.. well was just stupid. We ende dup in a ditch, then he got spooked by some alpacas we had seen before and that were coming over to see what the fuss was about. He then jumped back onto the road and was chased by the younger alpaca up the fenceline until we finally got away from then. Quite scary that was.

And then on teh way home on a blind corner friend had her hrose spook onto the road. Thankfully no cars were coming.
 
#26 ·
About 3 years ago, I decided I had to have this gorgeous Appendix Quarter horse, who we named Sniper... He earned his name...

First time I rode him after I got him home, he spazed out looking at the cows and bucked me off, took off, and I had to walk back to the barn... Sometime after that, I was riding with my cousin, and Sniper trotted sideways down a dirt road because the goats in the pasture we were walking by scared him...

The worst one with him though was the day we were galloping up a dead end road and Sniper decided to take a 90 degree right hand turn for no reason and slammed me headfirst into a big maple tree... I don't remember any of it, but I was told the EMT's debated on sending me for a helicopter ride that day... Ended up with a very severe concussion, a broken arm, and still have neck and back problems...

Stupid me kept riding him, till he broke my new Australian saddle when he bucked me off onto pavement and kicked my dog right out of his choke collar... The dog survived, barely, and we found the horse the next day, trying to hide behind a tree from me with the saddle rolled under his belly and the reins dropped like I'd ground tied him were he was...

I didn't realize at the time that the tree in the saddle was broken in 4 places (I was still really angry), so I righted it and rode him the 4 miles home, after giving my boyfriend who was following us in the truck orders to shoot Sniper if he dropped me again... He behaved the best he ever did for me that day...

I sold him shortly after that, and fortunatly, the guy that has him now was able to correct his issues and loves him... I'm just glad he's got a good home and isn't still racking up hospital bills for me...
 
#27 ·
These are GREAT stories though I'm not sure why any of us would ever get on a horse again after reading them.

My two worst:

I was 7 months pregnant and riding with a group of friends through a rough forest trail. The lead horse stirred up a bunch of what we call ground bees, actually yellow jacket hornets, and if any of you have experienced it you know it's a rider's (and horse's) worst nightmare. I let my mare take off at a gallop up the hill and through the trees, thinking all the while "This is why they tell you not to ride when you're pregnant." I bailed once we were clear of the hornets and just let her go, knowing she wouldn't go too much further than she had to. One of my friends rode after her and brought her back, I climbed on and we finished the ride with several good welts to nurse once we finally got home.

The other time was when my Arab was very young and in his second year of trail riding. It was a chilly autumn day and my dog and a couple of friends were along. We got to a river crossing where the water was a few feet deep and moving pretty fast, and Diamond was never too fond of water, especially early on and especially the kind that moved and confused the heck out of him. Something spooked him when we were halfway across and he just lost it. I stayed on for about three good bucks before I lost it too. The depth wasn't a problem except he tossed me in **** over teakettle and I couldn't get my bearings underwater, I couldn't find the bottom or the surface. I really thought I was going to drown while my friends watched. But I didn't, though it was a very cold ride home that day, and that dog would never go out with us again.

If a horse needed to be put down on one of our trail rides we'd have to beat it to death with a cell phone.
 
#28 ·
I was 7 months pregnant and riding with a group of friends through a rough forest trail. The lead horse stirred up a bunch of what we call ground bees, actually yellow jacket hornets, and if any of you have experienced it you know it's a rider's (and horse's) worst nightmare. I let my mare take off at a gallop up the hill and through the trees, thinking all the while "This is why they tell you not to ride when you're pregnant." I bailed once we were clear of the hornets and just let her go, knowing she wouldn't go too much further than she had to. One of my friends rode after her and brought her back, I climbed on and we finished the ride with several good welts to nurse once we finally got home.
You bailed? As in you jumped off? I'm assuming you and baby were ok?!!
 
#29 ·
Oh, yes, I jumped off---and the baby is 18 years old now, no harm done. :)
Luckily we were headed up hill and the ground was closer than usual. I didn't have to do a Wild West dismount, I just swung myself off and let her go.
 
#31 · (Edited)
Okay. I have a few bad ones......

So my parents (this was before I was born) were riding 2 of our horses, a Missouri Fox Trotter and a Paso Fino, in the metroparks. They veered off the trail for some reason, idk why, and then the horses were having a hard time walking. So they look down, and they're sinking in quick sand! This is in Ohio, mind you! So they try to pull the horses out, and when they can't they call 911. Before help even arrives, my parents' horses are up to their necks in it. Their heads are held up high, nose in the air, so they don't drown....When help gets there, they pull the horses out with equipment and such and everybody lives. the end haha. But it was freaky because you never expect quicksand in a park in Ohio!

Okay, another....Well, to explain how I ride and how the miniature mare just runs free by us, here's a short video:



So yea. That's how we were riding, and my mom was walking, and we were actually in that field lol. That wasn't when the vid was taken but yea...So I was cantering, and then all of the sudden my bridle snaps in half! It was older, and I hadn't oiled it in a while, so I take full responcibility....So I get off to see how bad it's broken, and find that the cheekpiece on one side is snapped clean in half, and the bridle wasn't gonna make it back to the house. Especially with the way Arthur fights for rein when he wants to run lol. So I take a lead rope I carry just in case and wrap it around Arthur's neck in an attempt to keep him steady till we reached the barn. Yea, a battle lost before it starts. Well, it might maybe have possibly worked if a hot air balloon hadn't appeared 200 feet up, blowing fire and freaking out the horses. Arthur breaks loose, and canters with Lulu in the general direction of another few fields....we run, desperate to get the horses before they reach a road, call 911 and tell them to post police on either end of the street to warn drivers there's loose horses. We're freaking out while walking through the back 1000....until we get to the house and find both horses grazing in our backyard. YEA. Arthur had somehow lost his saddle blanket from under his saddle (?!?) and I just found it like 4 months later in the woods, all chewed up by some animal who'd stolen it lol.

And another....when my mom and dad were riding in the parks yet again lol, my mom was on a TB mare off the track, and a deer jumped in front of the horse. Connie (the TB) reared and pivoted, leaving my mom in the dust and galloping off
 
#32 ·
I love the video, that little mare's like a big dog, really sweet.

Hah, and there were your parents out having adventures before you were even born, good for them--! Quicksand, what a nightmare, it must have been horrible to wait and watch and not be able to do a thing to help the horses, wow.
 
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My worst one's kind of funny. I was riding bareback on my mare Sugar and we had just come out of the woods and both of us were distracted by the burgeoning herds of mosquitos fluttering around us, and we got about 20 feet into the field before these phantom sheep jumped out of the bushes. Now, Sugar has lived with sheep before, but the "now you see 'em, now you don't" aspect startled us both, and she jumped sidewaysbut my butt didn't jump with her, and since there was no horse under me, I hit the ground. Hard.
 
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