Story Sunday: The Wagon Incident / FMNM Blog Hop: The Fear
My very first blog hop... uhm, how do I do this? I am so behind in the blogging times... sigh. Four Mares No Money asked us, "What has been the most fearful moment you have ever experienced with a horse?" Well, there are a couple high ranking moments that stand out clearly in my mind - a few bad buck offs, including one that ended in a hoof just narrowly missing my head and a concussion to go with it and a horse that had a saddle slip and ended up tangled in the wreckage submerged in a river... however, despite it all, I think this particular story takes the cake... Enjoy. :)
The Wagon Incident
At the ranch camp I worked at, a traditional Saturday was spent taking kids to and from a mud pit, so that they could indulge in the most kid-centric activity of all - a mud fight! I have many years of photos of myself, dripping in mud, and grass, (sometimes blood), smiling at a camera with mud caked teeth. Gross, but so fulfilling as a kid. (and, okay, once or twice as a teenager and adult) As a riding leader, you drove the flat bed wagons out, we had two teams - John and Luke, two big belgians, and two percherons, Charlie and Billy.
It was at this point in the game that the "pursuit" would happen - I don't know how many times I've galloped screaming obscenities at that big black horse, but i'll tell you - you coulda sworn he smiled as you came wooshing after him. One of us would go up the hill after them, and the other would stay on the road and wait. On the top of the hill you would be lead through a forest, circle after circle, until Charlie decided where to go down - this was usually straight down a large rocky incline. From the road you would watch as two to three large draft horses barreled with all their might down a rocky cliff, one rider right behind them. All before your morning coffee.
From there Charlie would inevitably head for the "junk yard", an assortment of old cars and dishwashers, fool around in there for awhile, whilst I would be screaming and nervously keeping an eye out for any scrap metal that may impale me, or my horse. Then, Charlie would take his band of brothers through the river, the 3 - Luke, John and Billy would amicably saunter into the yard, while Charlie would try one more time to deek past you and fling himself back towards his field. Again, the whole time with a big, goofy, grin. I swear it.
For all the craziness, and swearing, that ensued during those chases, they are some of my most fondest memories. At one point the Rancher brought his Quad, and asked me to ride, while another guy was on his bike - he thought the odd menagerie of "vehicles" would freak Charlie out. Instead Charlie took it as a challenge - nearly trampling the man on the bike, and circling merrily at a full clip around the Rancher as he almost flipped his quad. It was laughable, it was erratic, and often, after all the swearing had died down, it was hilarious.
For all the insanity that was Charlie, Charlie and Billy were actually the most steadfast team we had, quiet, and easy-going, they knew their job and rarely strayed from their path, or even needed assistance. When I drove, the Rancher would plop himself beside me on the straw-bale captain's chair and soak up the sun, and chat with those on the wagon and we walked along the road. Being the youngest (very much the youngest), blondest, girl of the group I was always teased, and rarely trusted with the teams. "You're driving like a drunken sailor", "Look how far apart your legs are when you drive - you look like a.. well, I won't say it.. but...", I laughed it off - I liked the teams, I liked Billy and Charlie and I enjoyed spending time with the Rancher as he taught me how to harness and drive the draft horses.
The kids headed down to the river to wash up and I rolled the wagon closer so that their towels and clothes were near-by. The river was freezing cold, and you could hear their anguished screams as they were forced to wash all the mud off their little bodies. A few kids had opted out of the mud-fight, and stayed back on the wagon with us - two older girls were suntanning, and a younger kid was hanging out near them reading a book. I made a joking motion as if I was going to race the teams chariot style, and as soon as I touched the lines, I felt the wagon lurch forward. "Woah boys" I called out as I turned my attention back on Billy and Charlie, it was too late, all of a sudden my team was galloping like bats out of hell (there is no better description) making massive circles around the field.
The Rancher started to yell "WOAH" and grabbed the lines, I still had the lines aswell, we were both hauling back and yelling as hard as we could - it washed out the screams of the kids still on the wagon. Thankfully, those older girls had some sense and grabbed the younger one and placed her inbetween the two of them. They got themselves right in the centre of the wagon and wrapped their arms over her and around eachother. I was pretty impressed.
We just kept circling and circling, by this time both the Rancher and I were laid flat back on the wagon, legs on the straw bale still hauling and yelling as fast as I could. Kids were emerging from the river now, and I could see the counsellors motioning the kids quickly back into the forest. Shit. I thought. Shit Shit Shit.
"The Bridle!" The Rancher roared in my ear, "It's the goddamn bridle!" Sure enough, Charlie's bit was hanging lopsided out of his mouth - the leather had snapped. All we needed was for Billy to gain some sense and stop his out of control partner, but Billy was clearly just as nervous as we were. We were going Mach 10 right towards a treed area and then a barbed wire fence, my stomach was in a big ball and I looked back at the screaming, crying kids. Once again "Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit." passed through my mind.
Finally... Finally... Billy put on the breaks right before the trees, he had, had enough of this non-sense too. "Get Off, Grab Charlie!" The Rancher yelled as he attempted to clamber up. As I jumped off the wagon I yelled at the kids to do the same. I sunk knee-deep in mud and bog-slime and rushed as fast as I could toward the boys. By this point Counsellors were running towards us, towels and other belongings were scattered throughout the large field like the aftermath of a battle. The Rancher had heart problems, I'm sure an out of control wagon is not good for one's heart.
Billy's big doe eyes were sorrowful and sorry, I couldn't help but feel bad for him. He was foam-covered and breathing heavy, he was not a happy camper. I rushed past him and got to Charlie, grabbing his thick head between both my hands. I looked him dead on, scowl on my face I grimaced, "You big idiot".
He looked right back at me, I coulda sworn he was smiling...