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Hmm... I have a lot of scary stories, but I will go with that style of a stupid mistake I made which I regretted.
I rode a mare of my grandfatherís called Nuisance sometimes when I was really little. She was an old dark brown half mustang. She was a good honest type that did anything asked of her.
There was a pond and a creek on the ranch. It was a very cold day, at the highest it was probably mid teens. I was probably five or six, and sent out to catch the mare for work. She was on the other side of the creek, and I walked way around like everyone always did and haltered her. She would put her head down low for me, as she was that good of a sort.
I thought I was being brilliant. I didnít understand the creek was deep, and I climbed up on a wooden fence to lead her across rather than walking the long way around. I knew I screwed up when she was suddenly swimming in the cold water.
Again with a lack of intelligence, or I guess the intelligence of a child, I didnít turn around. I figured she was already half way, so I just needed to get her out. On the other side she bogged down.
I stood there trying to pull her out, and she struggled. A woman who comes to work with us showed up. She is loud, and started to yell at the mare. I donít know if it was her or I who threw rocks to try to get her to try. She laid still and I was sure she would die. After gathering her strength she took a giant leap out of the bog.
It was so cold. When I got to the barn I got the butt chewing I already knew I had coming. I was glad the mare was alive, and as my father brushed the ice off of her as best as he could I was surprised I was still going to use her for work.
I understand it now of course, that she needed to go to warm up. I felt terrible about it though. Later that week I asked her to climb a sidehill she couldnít make and she fell. After that I wasnít allowed on such an honest type of horse anymore. She never thought to argue with me.