Kenzo
Well-Known Member
Been an eventful morning on my drive to work today.
I found myself having to catch a loose horse that running about on the main road on, it had escaped from the gypsy camp nearby.
Slams on, hazards on, pulls in and frantically rummages about in my mobile tack room (aka the car) and managed to dig out Mackenzie’s bridle which was all tangled up by this point as it had everything but the kitchen sink attached to it…martingale etc but at least it was something to put round it’s neck if I could catch it I thought.
Anyway horse was running down the motorway bridge towards the other main road as it was running away from these other guys who had stopped and by some miracle I approached him quietly, spoke to him and he trotted up to me I managed to grab him, poor fella was all sweated up and obvioulsy enjoying his freedom!
Yeah that was the easy part, actually holding on to it was the tricky part as their was two other loose horses from same field that had also escaped, these were galloping about in the undergrowth behind the barrier that had not managed jump through onto the road.
I’ve discovered something though, cobs that are built like brick **** houses are easier to control if they have beard hair (complete with moustache) it comes in quite handy when trying to keep all four legs on the ground and prevent them from tanking off with you down the road....bridles pah useless
Another guy then came up once I had him to help hold him.
I was stamped on several times, dragged about, somehow cut my hand and he tried to take a few chunks out of my leg when he couldn’t get his own way (typical colt!) but by jove I was not letting him get onto that main road, poor animal would have been killed or a least caused a bad RTA.
Meanwhile someone else went to the camp to wake them up, beeping their horn at the gates, 10 minutes later a traveller man walks up casually (think carpet carrier in vest...few teeth missing) with a bit of old rope (I’m having visions of Tuesday night’s Big Fat Gypsy Wedding going through my head) while hanging on to horse, he then mutters something very fast in an accent I didn’t understand but there was a ‘thank you’ in there somewhere and ties a lunge line around its neck (strangling it in the process but hey) and leads him off….or should I say horse leading him off.
Moral of the story is when rescuing gyspy horses:-
No matter how much horse stuff you have in your car, always make sure you have a head collar and lead rope (preferably one of each size) two saddles, brushing boots, hi viz and 2 large bridles are not much good.
After wrestling around with gypsy horses, always check yourself over before you arrive at your destination, now I’m not talking hair and make-up in your rear view mirror, or dusting down a few horse hairs or wiping the mud off your work shoes, no no, I’m talking pants.
Otherwise your office colleagues will ask why you are walking around with a huge hole in your arse, it also helps to prevent comments such as
‘feeling a bit of a draft today are we?'
and not having a clue what they are banging on about until they point out this….
Yes that ruddy cob also mananged to rip my work trousers as well.
Now find me a large stone to crawl under please.
I found myself having to catch a loose horse that running about on the main road on, it had escaped from the gypsy camp nearby.
Slams on, hazards on, pulls in and frantically rummages about in my mobile tack room (aka the car) and managed to dig out Mackenzie’s bridle which was all tangled up by this point as it had everything but the kitchen sink attached to it…martingale etc but at least it was something to put round it’s neck if I could catch it I thought.
Anyway horse was running down the motorway bridge towards the other main road as it was running away from these other guys who had stopped and by some miracle I approached him quietly, spoke to him and he trotted up to me I managed to grab him, poor fella was all sweated up and obvioulsy enjoying his freedom!
Yeah that was the easy part, actually holding on to it was the tricky part as their was two other loose horses from same field that had also escaped, these were galloping about in the undergrowth behind the barrier that had not managed jump through onto the road.
I’ve discovered something though, cobs that are built like brick **** houses are easier to control if they have beard hair (complete with moustache) it comes in quite handy when trying to keep all four legs on the ground and prevent them from tanking off with you down the road....bridles pah useless
Another guy then came up once I had him to help hold him.
I was stamped on several times, dragged about, somehow cut my hand and he tried to take a few chunks out of my leg when he couldn’t get his own way (typical colt!) but by jove I was not letting him get onto that main road, poor animal would have been killed or a least caused a bad RTA.
Meanwhile someone else went to the camp to wake them up, beeping their horn at the gates, 10 minutes later a traveller man walks up casually (think carpet carrier in vest...few teeth missing) with a bit of old rope (I’m having visions of Tuesday night’s Big Fat Gypsy Wedding going through my head
) while hanging on to horse, he then mutters something very fast in an accent I didn’t understand but there was a ‘thank you’ in there somewhere and ties a lunge line around its neck (strangling it in the process but hey) and leads him off….or should I say horse leading him off.Moral of the story is when rescuing gyspy horses:-
No matter how much horse stuff you have in your car, always make sure you have a head collar and lead rope (preferably one of each size) two saddles, brushing boots, hi viz and 2 large bridles are not much good.
After wrestling around with gypsy horses, always check yourself over before you arrive at your destination, now I’m not talking hair and make-up in your rear view mirror, or dusting down a few horse hairs or wiping the mud off your work shoes, no no, I’m talking pants.
Otherwise your office colleagues will ask why you are walking around with a huge hole in your arse, it also helps to prevent comments such as
‘feeling a bit of a draft today are we?'
and not having a clue what they are banging on about until they point out this….
Yes that ruddy cob also mananged to rip my work trousers as well.
Now find me a large stone to crawl under please.
