The Horse Involved
The horse I was riding on the trails on that particular day was Kemerton. At the time he was young and goofy. Now he is just old and goofy some things never change!
Bad Idea To Start With
My friend and I were going on a trail ride on some county property not far from the farm. Just a short trailer ride. My friend was on her reliable, quiet horse. A steady Eddy on trails, which we thought was an advantage since we were going out in the woods with the Kemerton monster!
I have a whole barn full of calm school horses that I could have picked that day. Taking my big, silly thoroughbred who hadn’t much schooling was a dumb idea from the start.
Too Good To Be True
Kemerton loaded right into the horse trailer. Stood tied to the side to be tacked up. At that point, I should have just put him back on the trailer and went home. He was being too good. I should have known I was in for it.
Down The Trail, We Went
Not too long after the too good to be a true part at the trailer, we were on the trails. All I can think of was that he was being so well behaved I forgot I was on a big green horse.
Kemer kept out walking my friend’s horse. Rather than fighting him to get him to slow down, I was basically riding him on the buckle and if we got too far ahead I would circle back.
I Got Dropped
I can’t even go as far as to say that he spooked. It was more like he saw something on the ground and just did a quick, big step to the side. Since I was so relaxed, I was loosely holding the reins and sitting twisted around looking behind me and talking. Before I had time to think about it, he had taken a big step to the side and dropped me.
These Pictures Do Not Do Justice In Showing How Scary This Was Since You Can’t See The Four Lanes Of High-Speed Traffic In Between!
It Happened So Fast
It happened so fast that I was kind of stunned when I hit the ground. Stunned didn’t last very long because at that point in his life Kemer was not the type to stand around and wait for me to get up off the ground. Instead, he took off running.
Four Lanes Of Traffic
We had been riding a trail that led to an open area where there was a flagpole. Pretty close to the side of the busy road. He dropped me right before we got out into that open area.
There Was A Fence
The fence behind and next to the flagpole was just split rail. Until that moment I had not put much thought into whether or not it went all the way across the open area until the trail opening on the other side. It didn’t, there was a gap in the fence and of course, that is exactly where Kemer was headed.
Quite A Few Oh S**T Moments
The first one was when I hit the ground and he took off running. The second was when I got up and realized that he had spotted the opening in the fence. Not only had he spotted it, but he was also going for it.
Just So You Fully Understand The Situation
The highway next to the property is a typical 55 mile per hour highway. It is also right at a merge area where the highway ends and you end up on another main road. One with a 40 mile per hour speed limit (not that people actually go that speed). This road also has what those who live around here call a “suicide lane”. It is a middle lane with arrows that change it from a driving lane to a turn lane, depending on the time of day. Long story short, there was a ton of traffic going really fast and my Kemerton was headed right out there into it.
Yep, My Big Dumb Horse Was Running Back And Forth Across The Highway
Not only was he on the road, but he was also galloping flat out across it. On the other side of the lanes, he was running into a parking lot for a garden center. A fairly small parking lot with a few unsuspecting customers.
I was so traumatized watching it all happen, I can’t remember how many times he ran back and forth across the road. It was quite a few times I know for sure. Luckily, he just got tired of running, so he came back to where we were watching in horror with the other horse, just chilling cool as a cucumber.
It was a miracle that after all that when I did finally get a hold of his reins, they were still fully intact along with all the rest of my tack.
Once I got a hold of him and the heart attack I was having let up, I was ready to get back on. Kemerton had run out all his energy and was calm, you would never know he had just galloped across a highway and back a few times.
At this point in his life, Kemer was still not that great at standing still to be mounted(it’s a racehorse thing). I was in no mood to school him about standing after all that so decided I was just going to walk next to him until I could get my foot in the stirrup and then get on there as quickly as possible. As soon as I sat in the saddle, I felt light-headed and realized something was wrong with my arm.
Luckily, I got all the way on him before I realized I was hurt, I wasn’t feeling like walking him back to the trailer.
I wasn’t one hundred percent certain but I was pretty sure my collar bone was broken. We rode back to the trailer, with my reins in one hand and my arm folded up against my chest. Getting down hurt even more than climbing up did!
Kemerton seemed awful impressed with himself after his wild adventure. He was calm though, just walked with his ears pointing forward as nothing scary had happened just a few minutes ago.
Moral Of The Story
Keep holding on both reins and paying attention to your big huge green horse. Instead of running your mouth like I was doing!
My collar bone was broken. It was not my first go-round with that injury. I had broken my collar bone once before at that point, so I knew the drill, put it in a sling for 4- 6 weeks then re-x-ray to make sure it’s healed thoroughly before going back to normal activity.
Obviously, Kemerton was meant to live! Fate was on his side watching over him that day. He could have easily been hurt or caused an accident that hurt himself and some unsuspecting driver. Not to mention the customers in the garden center parking lot.
Kemerton is an old man. Seeing him standing still he is still as gorgeous as ever, but he is not sound enough to ride anymore. He has the outgoing, goofy, I’m never going to grow up personality. Everything is super interesting to him, he always looks happy with his big goofy ears pointing forward.
This was the first of many wild rides I had on Kemerton. It took a lot of work and time to get us speaking the same language and him going like a civilized horse instead of a racing monster.
Let’ s just say this is an experience I hope to never have again with any horse! I guess I shouldn’t complain though since both my horse and I both lived to tell the tale!