Does anyone have an embarassing story with horses?

Question

Here is mine. Last week we have been switching our horses around stalls because the barn is so full now. So we were doing night chores and we were feeding grain. I grabed two cans of grain and was going to go feed. Well i thought this mare (sassy) was our other mare (sparkles) they are the same color and I never thought to look to see who was in that stall. And so I was like hey sparkles and I dumped half a can of sparkles grain in to sassys bin before i realized it was sassy. And by that time everyone was shouting "thats not Sparkles!!" hahaa but it all worked out.

Answer 1

Hey Jeff- I swear horses know what we're talking about!  That's pretty much what happened to me, only with me, I kept laughing at my sister for getting her foot stepped on by a horse, and I told everyone about it and said that "I" have never had my feet stepped on by a horse.  That afternoon- my horse decided my foot was in his way and stomped right on it.  I was so ticked!!  It didn't hurt that bad, but it made me look pretty stupid.  

The first time I tacked my horse I didn't get the girth tight enough, went to mount, and slid right back down to the ground along with the entire saddle and blanket... I turned red and hoped nobody saw while I quietly went around and tightened the other side of the girth properly.

I think being embarrassed and horses go hand in hand.  :-P

Answer 2

My new TWH gelding was the spoiled, piggy sort.  I had my hands full the first few months.  Anyway, new farrier of course wouldn't set him up at the angles the trainer recommended, so he forged and clipped himself pretty good.  

Bloody mess, bad enough for me to have the vet out.  Looked like a deep gouge right at the heel bulbs, with swelling.

I was home alone, he was being a ****.  I cleaned it best as I could, put the gauze pad over the horrible looking gouge, and wrapped the whole hoof with vet wrap.

Vet arrived, with an observing grad in tow.  Unwrapped the foot, started laughing as the chunk of bloody mud fell off with the bandage.  He told me what a lovely job of wrapping I'd done, but the cut was much higher up...and tiny.

I cringe in humiliation.

Answer 3

like a lot of years ago:

i was riding at some crappy barn and there were these mexican pedestrians who wanted a pony ride. i took out the shetland pony who was wild and when the girl got on him, he took off. she fell off of him and started crying which spooked him and he took off and dragged me around the stables like 4 times.

Answer 4

For about four years, I boarded my barrel horse/western pleasure horse at a super ritzy dressage barn (Olympic training going on there).  My gelding had been in dressage training to improve his western pleasure performance.  the small western faction like myself put on a fun night in the indoor arena...just gymkhana kind of thing.  Well, every la de da dressage person imaginable decided to show up for our little western hoo haa.  Even the visiting German world reknowned dressage trainer came....they had a big party in the huge viewing room overlooking the indoor arena.

I knew I was going to win the barrels...my horse was lightning.  At the last minute, though, when I realized all those people were fixed on watching my run, something awful happened to me and my confidence.  I literally shook as I mounted my horse.  the whole run is kind of a blurr...like I left and watched from somewhere else.

Anyway, we did the run (I should say my amazing horse did it with little help from me) and at the end he almost ran into the wall.  In fact, I fell off, but somehow it looked like a vault and I ended up on my feet.  the gallery clapped for me.  I was relieved that they all thought I'd vaulted off deliberately.  I didn't realize until much later that I hadn't fooled these master horsemen...they were being kind.  It's like delayed embarrassment.  But in the moment, it was so nice that they did that.

Answer 5

lol, nice! Here is mine:

One day (a couple yrs ago when I had my first lesson), I was cleaning out one of the hind hooves (luckily there was someone standing next to me to make sure I was doing it right), and the horse was getting ready to leave me a lil present (if ya know what I mean) lol. A couple seconds before the horse "did his business" the person who was standing next to me grabbed my arm and pulled me away just in time lol.

Answer 6

I have posted this before, but It still qualifies. Its more of an embarrassing animal story.

(A true story, believe it or not! :)

I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it.

The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that, since they congregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home.

I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope.

The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it.

After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up -- 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me.

I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation.

I took a step towards it...it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and then received an education.

The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope.

That deer EXPLODED.

The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope and with some dignity.

A deer-- no chance.

That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I had originally imagined.

The only upside is that they do not have as much stamina as many other animals.

A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head. At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope.

I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere.

At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual.

Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in, so I didn't want the deer to have it suffer a slow death, so I managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I had set before hand...kind of like a squeeze chute.

I got it to back in there and I started moving up so I could get my rope back.

Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody, so I was very surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist.

Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head --almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts.

The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective.

It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds.

I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now) tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the bejesus out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose. That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day.

Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp.

I learned a long time ago that, when an animal -- like a horse --strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape.

This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously, such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond, I devised a different strategy.

I screamed and tried to turn and run.

The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head.

Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down.

Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head.

I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away.

So now I know why when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle with a scope so that they can be somewhat equal to the Prey.

Answer 7

Oh, the tales I could tell.....  One good one that comes to mind, was out trail riding, and decided to hop over a log.  At that time I was using an aussie saddle with a horn....and was wearing less than perfect fitting bra.  Horse got in tight and really popped the log, I came forward and hooked the bra on the saddle horn, and ripped the whole thing in half and had the twins out for the world to see.  Dang....that was NOT good.  Thankfully had a jacket tied to the back of the saddle, and with my dignity in shreds, covered up and finished the ride.  Of course, people in the group had to come back and tell any and everyone at camp about it....

Answer 8

That is embarassing?  

Here is mine it happened years ago.  3 days after I made a simple statement that I had never fallen off a horse in my life (I had even kept my balance when a horse lost its footing and fell flat on its side.  I stayed on and just moved my leg out of the way so that when she got up I was still on her back.)

Anyways 3 days after making that statement (I was not exactly bragging since I had been asked) I was trying to train a horse to turn when at a cantor and gallop.  She already did fine at a walk, trot and cantor but would ignore everything in the  gallop.  Round pen work was out.  So what to do.  Solution(I thought) start her running at something and turn her at the last instant.  Well it worked but not the first time.  The first time I signaled at the same instant she turned.  Unfortunately I did not guess the way she would turn correctly.  I signalled left (her best turning) and she turned right.  It was also unfortunate that I had already leaned to turn left because I KNEW the turn would be sharp.  I sort of hung there in mid air for a split second with no horse under me.

The best part is I fell right on my behind and just sat there for a moment before I realized what happened.

Good one Dreamer!

Answer 9

Everyone has made mistakes, and most of the time they are very quickly pointed out. But not many people care to share their accidents (unless it is beneficial to whomever they are telling).

Answer 10

lol, mine was with my pony, Tucker.

We were tacking up, and i was about to put on his bridle. As soon as I took off his halter, and was about to put his bridle on, I heard him grunt, and then he started peeing. At this time, a new person looking at our barn to ride there walks in with my riding teacher, who was showing her the place. I was standing there with my hand wrapped around his head, tucker stretched out peeing in the aisle.

Answer 11

hahahha okkk...so I just started wk at a TB breeding farm and there is this huge stallion that can sometimes be insane. I was watching one of the workers lead him into his stall and there was this strange noise coming from his stomach area...I asked what the clicking noise was and he said " that's not a click, that's his @#$ !!! WOW...seriosly I almost died how disgusted I felt.

Answer 12

For me the most ebarrassing moment came when I was a freshman in high school. I am a rough stock rider(bulls and saddle bronc). I decided that all 5'6 and 160lbs of me(before my growth spirt) was going into bulldogging. I barrowed a friends horse and saddle and I was ready. 'Cuz shucks if I can ride one I can throw one, right? Well I got tips from the old timmers and was in the chute. I dipped my hat and out we came. That ol' horse was perfect and put me right where I needed to be. I baled off the horse and caught the steer just right on the horns. I planted my feet and dug in. Then. That damned steer picked up its head and trotted, TROTTED, accross the arena with me still trying to throw it. When he stopped at the turn out gate I had my chance. I yanked and pulled and twisted with all my might. Just before the 20 sec. time limit I got that steer down. Needless to say I decided to stick with rough stock.

Even after I sprouted to 6' and 200lbs. I have shared mine now its your turn!

Yeah! I can't remember all of them, after a while you dong get to embarassed anymore. But I am sure my parents could drag up some more.

Thanks! For opening old wounds and pouring salt over them. Haha it was great.

Answer 13

ok so once i was riding at our old barn. i was exercising this

$400 000 dutch WB anyway. i decided that i was going to test his dressage skills out. so we where doing fancy dancy crapola, showing off. and i must have given him the wrong signal and he spun, very prettily and i was thrown over his head and landed feet first on the ground in front of him. he just sort of stopped and stared at me, like interesting move.

i looked up and a bit of my jods were still on the fancy golden decoration on the brow band.  and it had ripped a perfect hole right in the middle of my pants, and all the world could see my pink frilly undies. and it just had to be a big social gathering day at the barn.

Answer 14

No. Thanks for sharing?

Answer 15

This isn't as much embarrassing as it is pathetic, but here we go:

I've ridden dressage for like 8 years, and I love my horse so much. He and I understand eachother, and he tries so hard for me in the show ring. BUT he's a clumsy TB, and he gets into accidents and goes lame often.

I show in OHSET (Oregon High School Equestrian Team). I rode dressage in the first meet with my horse, and we did well. Not state qualifier, but still, top ten. Then he went lamer than heck.

So, my trainer had me use one of the new lesson horses at the barn. He was a little rough, but he was a BEAUTIFUL 2nd level horse, a 17 hand warmblood. (I was showing training, because thats all OHSET offers).

He had some issues, but we had 3 weeks of riding before competition. He was going good, and so I felt ok about showing him. Our test was great until I collected from a free walk and asked for a trot. He started bucking like a crazy man, and I didn't want to use my voice and lose points, so I tried to ride through it. Just when I thought he was done, He gave one last final buck and I flew to the ground. I started crying and was sobbing to my trainer that I wanted MY horse back! (still in the show arena)

Now everybody remembers me as the girl who fell off in dressage. At the end of the year, my team award was "I just want my horse back." I can laugh about it now, but I still think its pretty pathetic.

Answer 16

a few years ago we were selling this really cute half arab horse, the buyers were at our house waiting to watch us ride him

i was sitting on a post waiting for my sister to finish saddling him and i didnt notice that my foot had went through the reins

my sister tightened the saddle and the horse snatched his head up really fast causing the reins to become tight around my foot and it snatched me up into the air and then onto the ground in front of him

i was so embarrassed that i hid on the other side of him until my sister made me take him out there too them

despite all that, they still bought him

Answer 17

well one time i was trying out a new horse for one of my freinds and since she was too scared to ride him so i hopped on.. he was really good i took him down the trail feeling pretty good about myself and he got up to a canter and he would not respond to my cue so we ended up going through all this brush and i got wacked in the face by like 5 different branches and i came out the other end all scratched up that was a little embarrasing does that count?

Answer 18

ur story wasnt very embarasing but mine is wen i has riding a horse i just bought they said u can use spurs cause he would thro ya, so wen i was still at the auction i was riding him around and he was being stubern so i put on spurs anyway, so long story short he thro me at a fence in front of a bounch of ppl