What do you dread meeting when your out hacking??

Dead things, Spent months de-sensitizing ted to everything I could (carrier bags tied to his roller, umbrellas, buggys, loosedogs (many thanks to the local flyball team for that) ) but we encountered a Dead stoat last week and he went insane, rearing and napping
 
The only thing that ever fazed my old girl was a pony and trap, she went nuts, spinning and dancing till it passed.
My girl the now, isnt fond of loose dogs running at us, is pretty much ok, but shes never met the pony n trap yet !!
 
The retired teacher who lives in the cottage on the right at the top of the hill. She's a complete loon and talks incessantly as if I've known her, her entire family, all her friends and anyone she's worked with, for years.

Apart from that, people riding big posh hunters / TB's when I'm hacking out alone. As a 6 foot bloke on a New Forest pony, I get some really severe sneers.

Ah well, as my late aunty Paula used to say:"ar$eholes" :D
 
Other horses :p

Tont tries his hardest to follow them, and is a complete nightmare if they pass whilst we have stopped! Once, we were darting backwards and forwards across the lane as I tried to stop him galloping after them :mad:

No cars were coming I must add :p
 
Can't quote on phone but Fox Trotx I am totally with you! Huge JCBs, tractors with trailers, motorbikes no worries a pile of wood and my mare who pretends she can't leg yield goes sideways at some speed!
 
Nothing fazes my horses, they will pass anything windy or not. However I do hate meeting up with the hunt especially as all the ridden horses go hunting and I am usually riding one and leading another!

It has happened on several occasions when I have not known that one of the three local hunts were in the area. I can say that it has been 'interesting' as an understatement!
 
The local Dairy farm running the young stock from farm/fields down the bottom of the village up the lane, and down the bridleway to the other farm. Never happened to me yet..... but it will!

I frequently run through in my head what I'd do when I'm hacking past theirs and it's cow-running time of year.
 
Obssesive horse and hound forumites wittering about unsuitability of adults on ponys, tossers who tank up behind on bridle paths when I'm trying to stick to walk after 6 months rehab for tendon injury, idiots who say my doggie just wants to play as their pitbull goes for horsey, actualy pretty well any one if I have pmt - thank god for an area with loads of bridle paths inhabited by mainly arena riders...
 
We're lucky that where we live the foals are exposed to everything imaginable! Heavy machinery, helicopters, most have been on the ferry by the time they are a year old so they are pretty bomb proof. The only time I worry is when riding my stallion, as although all the local know not to pass close on horses (as long as they stay on the other side of the road he ignores them), but irrespective of my warning tourists insist on bringing their hirelings too close :cool: never had an accident, but I want to keep it that way!
 
Forgot to add, really didn't like the guy who looked like
Seal (the singer not the sea going mammal) who used to exercise his pit bull by running it by the side of his car as he drove along a feeder road between two bridle paths.
 
Tractors - pony seems to have a problem with them although he is better than he used to be.

Not sure why he doesn't like them- he's fine with the big artic lorries that we meet on nearly every hack and has been know to stick his head into the cab of said lorry to say hello to the drivers who've stopped to let us pass - but give him sight of a tractor, even the smaller ones and he gets himself in a right tizz!
 
Cows! We've done airs above the ground, followed by an emergency escape, in a split second, if a cow should move in a field that we're passing. Luckily, I know where most of the cow fields are so can prepare the beast (and make sure I've got hold of a chunk of mane or the numpty strap). Oddly enough, out hunting, he had to stand with cows less than 3 feet away from him, all trying to get to the hedge to say hello. He couldn't have cared less then!
My old Ted was terrified of an old lady that lived in a cottage in the nearest village to the yard. If she was in her garden, I had to go past on the other side of the road with him doing beautiful passage! Bless her, she tried polos and everything but he wouldn't have any of it. Didn't even look at the house if she wasn't in the garden though.
 
The lesser know Bicycleousaurous:D

Seen on roads, this creature appears to consist of 10 to 50 lycra clad roadbikers coming at speed, moving in formation and chatting amounts themselves.
To my poor horse they appear to be one giant buzzing creature gliding towards him. Last time it was about 30 of them and much to my shame I had to ask them all to stop so we could perform airs-above-the-ground while passing them. Half way down the line of them, while horsey was blowing snorting and generally acting the idiot, two poor cyclists who were mid group got into a tangle and fell over causing a chain reaction of bicycles hitting the ground, cursing and general confusion. We were last seen heading over the horizon away from the death-throws of the evil Bicycleousaurous :o
 
Quite funny really, but you know when you are out on a bridleway and you see a dog walker ahead?......Then they think they are helping you by hiding out of sight in the bushes?............lol
 
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