Thanks for the great blog hop from Four Mares No Money :)
What has been the most fearful moment you have ever experienced with a horse?
I’ve had a few more scary moments than I’d like with horses but I will share my favourite one (because it had a happy ending).
Little back story first:
I had a horse named Rusty from when I was 13 to 15 year old. He would turf me at random moments and was generally a sketchy horse under saddle (although he was lovely on the ground). He was too much horse for me and that was really hard to see at the time but I can see it very clearly now. He turned me into a very defensive/scared rider. I never trusted him to go on a long rein and I was always on alert for anything he might use an excuse to fake spook so he could buck me off. I eventually learned to stay on through his antics but to say I was terrified would be the understatement of the year.
Eventually my parents traded Rusty for an older TB gelding named Blue. I rode him in a Pony Club camp as our trial period. We did dressage in the mornings and “stadium” in the afternoon (stadium gets to be in quotes because it was in a hayfield with pylons on the gopher holes). Blue was a gentleman throughout. On the last weekend of camp we trailered over to a cross country course.
We learned what “Roads and Tracks” was and were told to canter one at a time on this little track that went down a small incline and then back up a hill and back around to the group. I just about crapped my pants. Cantering alone in an open field felt WAAAAY out of my comfort zone. But since I was even more afraid of my gruff Pony Club instructor I did as I was told.
Blue remembered he was a thoroughbred and our canter quickly turned into gallop. I had a vice grip on the reins and tears were flying off the sides of my face (from speed and fear!). At some point I realized that although I was scared to death, I was safe. I released my vice grip and enjoyed the ride.
This is us that day :)