Yesterday I couldn’t think of anything to write about which didn’t relate to a certain ‘crossroads of life’ dilemma that I am currently going through. And I didn’t want to write about that because it would confirm/deny certain things I wrote in my Crusaders Challenge Number 1.
So I thought I would tell a couple of stories from my past instead:
I once galloped a horse into a cow. Not deliberately, for those of you who are wondering. We were galloping along, minding our own business, when we came round a corner to see a very large cow. You know how you notice tiny details at times of great stress? Well I noticed that this cow’s horns weren’t trimmed and that they were very very sharp. I’m observant, me.
The cow was to the side of the track and would have been fine if we hadn’t startled her, admittedly, by appearing round a corner at thirty miles an hour. She lowered her horns and I thought, oh crap crap CRAP. That horn is going to go into the horse’s chest, she’s going to die, I’m going to get thrown off and either trampled or gored to death. We’re both going to die and then my boss is going to bring me back from the dead to explain why I killed his horse and then he’s going to KILL ME AGAIN!
Luckily the cow decided to run for it instead of defending herself and crossed the road in front of us. By which time we were right there and horse connected with cow just behind the cow’s shoulder. The cow went down on its knees, the horse was lifted off her feet but kind of held up by the cow, and I was partially thrown off to the left.
I looked down at a very dry dirt track and I thought, that’s going to HURT. I’m NOT falling on to THAT. So I didn’t. I hung on until the inertia of the impact wore off and I could pull myself back onto the horse. By this time they had also pulled themselves together. The cow scarpered into some bushes and the horse set off galloping again as if nothing had happened.
Another horse-related story occurred when my horse (a different one) bolted during a desert ride. She was wearing a hackamore-type bridle and knew that if she stuck her nose in the air I would have absolutely no control, because the reins were only fastened to the top of the noseband. Her taking off wouldn’t have been so bad but for three things: one, this was a client ride that I was kind of supposed to be in charge of, so there were about six of us, four of whom I was technically responsible for; two, everyone else’s horse was as fresh as mine and decided to follow mine into the wild blue yonder; and three, we were heading straight for the top of a five hundred foot tall sand dune which had a vertical drop on the other side.
Luckily, one of the clients had the presence of mind to steer his horse directly across in front of mine which made us all go round in a huge circle. To the support crew watching us through binoculars from the top of the dune it must have looked very strange. First we were heading straight for them and then suddenly we started going round in circles… Directionally-challenged horses… :S
Ever nearly had a terrible accident? Do tell… 😀