That moment.......

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That moment when your horse comes galloping towards you in the field.

Head up, tail up, fire in his belly, the wind in his feet. A leviathan of speed, power, agility and beauty.

You can feel their exhilaration. Running for the sheer joy of running.

You stand there, headcollar and leadrope grasped tightly in your hand, breathing shallow, heart pounding. You marvel at the wonder that is the horse.

Then they get closer.

And you notice the ground is wet and slippy.....

....and you start to crap yourself
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I used to have a mare do that, regularly, big irish type cob!

I just stood transfixed to the spot thinking the end was nigh. She used to do the most exuberant ski halts, never hit me but a near run thing, used to stop literally inches from me. I got quite blase about it.

Man up!
 
very true!!!! and then you sidestep to get out of the way and they go in the same direction :(and then they look at you as if it is your fault!!!!!! still lovely to see mine running around as she is 21 and has had lameness issues so she must be enjoying the soft ground...:D
 
Lol.:D:D:D

Had that happen once. Wasn't our boy doing the galloping but 3 other horses. I am ashamed to say that when they ignored my 'whoa' and 'steady' and were only a few feet away I turned my back to them and clung to the gate waiting to be squished and screamed - only a little scream but none the less a scream - how stupid!!! (don't ask me why it was just an automatic reaction). No 'squish' happened and I turned back to see them standing looking at me no doubt thinking to themselves 'what an idiot'!:eek:
 
My sisters horse does this and if he's running downhill you need to move! I especially enjoy when all 5 come galloping past I try and not scream as they go thundering past on either side. :eek:
 
One of my youngsters was playing in the field with his mates.....they saw me coming with the hay and galloped down.
3 stopped. 1 tried, slipped, landed heavily on his side, and skidded under the bottom rail on a sea of mud.
Stood up the other side and you could see it on his face.....trying to work out what the hell had just happened and why was he on the wrong side of the fence :D
 
Oh yes ! Have been known to start waving said head collar frantically whilst yelping ' helloooooo ' or something similarly ineffective , whilst frantically trying to work out stopping distance for firebreathing dragon travelling at ludicrous speed . Then just thinking 'no room ! No room ! ' before ducking under the fence like a coward :D :D
 
Stencilface said:
My sisters horse does this and if he's running downhill you need to move! I especially enjoy when all 5 come galloping past I try and not scream as they go thundering past on either side. :eek:
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Well, he did as a 4yo when he had nil balance (or less than now!). He's got slightly more common sense these days!
 
Love this thread...have some very comical visions in my head! Mine do this regularly and upto know have not had any accidents...quite scary having a bucking, farting TB, haffie and welshie all galloping towards you but I must admit I have got quite blase about it...scares other people though who think I am about to be killed by a herd of wild crazys. The worse one is the little welshie who I also call the little t*** who likes to have a quick buck/kick just as he is going past me but my daughter thinks he is a angel so apparently I cant book him in with the meat man and if he kicks me its because I was the one who told the vet to chop his man bits off :eek:
 
I've been mowed down more times than I can count, it started when I was 3 years old at a horse show with my Ma and Dad. There I was toddling along in between my caring parents, each holding my hand. An enormous white horse had got loose and galloped straight at us, Ma plunged went one way, Pa leapt the other, each mistakenly thinking they'd got me safe, which left Baby Gala happily burbling at the lovely horsey that was about to mow me down at 30 mph. Luckily (or I wouldn't be here) lovely horsey swerved at the last moment but still managed to clip me and send me tumbling quite a long way across the showground. and being a fat toddler and completely overdressed (thanks Ma) in something thickly handknitted, I came to no harm.

It's been happening to me ever since, I must be like some sort of magnet for horses-in-open-spaces-at-great-speed.
 
In the early days of ownership, when horse was only a skinny 16.2 youngster, he and I both misjudged this, and we ended up together in a gorse bush. I'm not sure who was more surprised :D

Since then, he has perfected his sliding stop, and I have got better at judging ground conditions. The worst that happens now is slight mud splatter.
 
Mine did this to me yesterday! I was marveling at just how beautiful he looked when he hit a patch of liquid mud and went into full on Bambi mode! He managed a motorbike turn a couple of feet away from me and covered me in it.

As he normally takes off loses his footing and does powerslides I suppose i ought to know better x
 
This is why I call mine before I've got to the gate :D Otherwise, I end up openin my screwed shut eyes and emerging from the emergency brace stance to this:

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Always remember in an old job we had a 20 acre field that went sharply up and over so you couldn't see the horses if they were at the back. Normally yelling for them and banging the gate worked, but that day there should've only be 4 left as the others were in so me and a colleague started the trek up the hill to catch them.

Hadn't banked on the next door field deciding to visit had we - just about to reach the brow of the hill and hear a noise, that turned out to be the thundering hooves of not 4, but 15 horses. WE squeaked and hugged the magic headcollars of protection (like they'd be effective stopping a stampede :rolleyes:) for grim death and the really mardy herd leader headed straight for us.

I don't remember what happened next, other than they were all at the bottom gate and we were still alive so must gone round us at the last minute :D
 
Haha love that photo, it just says it all :D

There is a plus side. If you have one that gallops over, when you get a photoshoot you don't have to waste your energy chasing the horse around with a lunge whip to get action shots. All you have to do is persuade the photographer that the horse really - no, really - will stop before they reach you and the hundreds of pounds of camera equipment :D

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I recently had a herd of 8 coming at me in a gallop :eek: didn't know what to do. Pasted me on all sides, mine was in the back and when she passed suddenly noticed I was standing there. Looked at me while galloping past and then put in a quick stop. :D funny animals.
 
My two ponies do that to me every evening. I get my horse in - he's quite easy to spot being grey. Then wander down to get the ponies in. Call them. Then a sound of hooves (would say a thunder of hooves, but neither are shod and it's too wet at the moment!), then I wait for them to stop. After all they can see in the dark, can't they. :eek::p
 
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