Which is worse?

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Just a hypothetical question for you on a Tuesday afternoon :D

Which is worse?

650kg of part Irish Daft part Dumblood coming thundering towards you at full pelt

or

525 kg of well-bred and finely tuned Irish TB (think 'whippet out of trap') coming thundering towards you, also at full pelt may I add.

AND

Does one choose to stand one's ground while taking a deep breath, closing the eyes and reciting the Lord's Prayer?

Run for cover, even a fight with an electric fence and 5,000 volts running through your bones looks rather appealing at this point.

or

Cling onto something rather large and solid....like a tree for example? but then you realise trees don't tend grow quite where you want them do they.

Which horse has better ABS? :D
 
Double_choc_lab said:
The bigger one might not be so agile at suddenly changing direction when he sees you windmill and foghorn impressions so perhaps he's worse:eek:
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yeah we did try the whole waiving of arms... accidently smacking yourself in the face with the buckle end of your own headcollar while shouting slow down.

didn't work
 
Been there done that :)

I would say flapping madly about with the TB type is preferable, they usually spin off away from you right at the last minute mind (I had 6 racers at the same time in the field do that the other day!!). Trying to do that with a big dumblood results in quite spectacular injuries, so I would be legging it into the electric fencing or climbing the tree!
 
Well I have seen my husband have this experience (I have to admit to sitting cross legged at the time, I am such a bad wife:D)

Scenario, thin narrow strip between fields containing two four year olds. Nearly 17 hands, 700 k of Clydesdale and 15 hands, 550k of gypsy cob. OH in strip pottering along to field.

Farra decides to run after Daddy, Stinky refuses to be left behind, they decide to race to get to him. OH realises little room in strip and doubts the brakes and proceeds to run for his life - short fat legs pumping away. Tears are now down my face and definately risk of peed panties.

Makes it to the main field and darts left........

Farra's who has applied brakes, continues skidding for about 10' into the field, nearly ending up on her side, Stinky stops just before the gate in control.

Go for the lighter agile one every time. Bless him, first time OH met my TB, she came at him flat out gallop, proceeded to stop 1' in front of him as his eyes bulged (he didn't want to appear a coward and run as I wasn't moving - I knew she'd stop). He learnt to trust her abilities but rightfully knew to run for his life at the sight of two large hairy young idiots thundering towards him.
 
heather_bambi said:
Been there done that :)

I would say flapping madly about with the TB type is preferable, they usually spin off away from you right at the last minute mind (I had 6 racers at the same time in the field do that the other day!!). Trying to do that with a big dumblood results in quite spectacular injuries, so I would be legging it into the electric fencing or climbing the tree!
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Definately. In fact when mine stampede towards me I usually stand in the little TB's path and she is very sharp and will avoid me at all costs. Have been knocked down by my warmblood before - was not nice. :( The older TB is usually lolling along behind so plenty time to get out of his way :)
 
With both step forwads arms spread wide and yell like billi-oh, however must be done whilst still leaving time for option 2) which is duck out of the way.

Neither option is great if you want to catch said beast though.
 
horserider said:
If running isn't your thing, how about one of those party blowout whistles .?Might improve their sliding stops and turn on the haunches.
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hmmm let see *checks pocket in time of crisis*

phone - yep
bit's of hay/straw - yep
fags - yep
keys - yep
5 pence peice - yep
old screwed up dressage test - cool found that, yep
wormer instuction leaflet - eh? yep
blow out party popper - dam *scratches head*
 
Having been on the receiving end of Omar at full pelt - 17.2HH irish draft, built like a brick out house and with a pea sized brain I would elect to stand my ground to the TB. Working on the idea a) I am fat b) I am old c) I can't run to save my life (and indeed this would be the case here) d) I'm likely to electrocute my boobs as i entangle myself in the fencing and most importantly e) I'd be praying for a fleet footed TB to have good steering even if it was at the last minute.

Yesterday Hovis dashed down the field to see me, skidded, slid and then electrocuted himself. Cue all four feet leaving the ground and a totally girlish squeal. v v funny and a reminder of why we're not going to take up polo anytime soon.........
 
Hovis_and_SidsMum said:
Having been on the receiving end of Omar at full pelt - 17.2HH irish draft, built like a brick out house and with a pea sized brain I would elect to stand my ground to the TB. Working on the idea a) I am fat b) I am old c) I can't run to save my life (and indeed this would be the case here) d) I'm likely to electrocute my boobs as i entangle myself in the fencing and most importantly e) I'd be praying for a fleet footed TB to have good steering even if it was at the last minute.

Yesterday Hovis dashed down the field to see me, skidded, slid and then electrocuted himself. Cue all four feet leaving the ground and a totally girlish squeal. v v funny and a reminder of why we're not going to take up polo anytime soon.........
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LOL :D

oh these are good, keep em coming folks
 
Hmmm. Tricky one.

Whilst poo-picking on sunday I had....

500kg finely built shoeless arab thundering towards me ( special skill=skid stops)

450kg lumbering Highland doing his best Highlander impression i.e. send in the hoss :D (special skill=not stopping and /or mountain goat broncos)

plus 600kg fat irish cob lumbering around- who has an inability to do corners.

I opted for the waving of the pooper-scooper and a nimble hop over the leccy fencing ( mercifully it was turned off......:eek:)
 
Hovis_and_SidsMum said:
Yesterday Hovis dashed down the field to see me, skidded, slid and then electrocuted himself. Cue all four feet leaving the ground and a totally girlish squeal. v v funny and a reminder of why we're not going to take up polo anytime soon.........
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Sorry but very funny!!!:D I`ve only experienced the dogs going into the electric fene, yet to catch the horses!!! dog was very funny, Ayla booted my OH`s dog about 10 foot across the field (dog was fine :P) dog gets up and does a runner to top of field straight into electric fence......howled like a baby...was so wrong to laugh but was hilarius! dog was fine! :D

I`d stand in front of the TB :)
 
Ayla84 said:
Sorry but very funny!!!:D I`ve only experienced the dogs going into the electric fene, yet to catch the horses!!! dog was very funny, Ayla booted my OH`s dog about 10 foot across the field (dog was fine :P) dog gets up and does a runner to top of field straight into electric fence......howled like a baby...was so wrong to laugh but was hilarius! dog was fine! :D

I`d stand in front of the TB :)
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Our dog did the same, she was at a gun dog trial doing a working test and the organisers forgot :( to turn the stock fencing off, said dog jumped the fence, didn't quite make the height, got caught up in it, managed to get loose but still proceeded to rive around the floor of the grass field in fits and spats, squeeling the showground down, suprised the dog worked again but she did.
 
Oh believe me, if I could have got his fat little legs pumping and the sheer panic on his face when he realised where he was, and what they were doing, I would have loved to have recorded it for my own evil pleasure.

The only thing even more funny that has happened in the field was when he had the electric tape coiled round his shoulder and neck and I accidentally (and really was me being a dumb ass) put the end hook onto the electric fence. He had just enough time to hear the pulse tick tick tick before it got him. Stinky was standing behind him and the sight of hubby and Stinky going skyward nearly killed me - I still wet myself three years later just thinking about.

He then proceeded to dance up and down squealing, whilst Stinky flew the field bucking and farting - priceless entertainment:D:D
 
I would far prefer to tussle with TB, they can slam on the brakes quicker and have better turning power. I would probably stand my ground (thats what I will tell you anyway ;) )

At least if my mare runs she runs away from me ;)

I just sit on the gate for my boy to charge to me! LOL ;)
 
We used to have the softest most adorable shire, absolutely faultless. The only time I had a problem with her was when I wormed her a couple of weeks after we got her, i had no problem until the next day I went into the field and she put her ears back and just slowly but determinedly walked towards me... I just knew i should get out!! Ha ha, wasn't allowed in field for 3 days! Other than that she was a peach for the remaining 3 years my sister owned her! Now if that galloped to me I would poo myself :)
 
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