Two weeks ago tomorrow, the colt reared up and came down on top of me. Yeah, that colt. Probably around 500 pounds. I got up, dusted myself off, but did not respond in kind. Just a colt acting like a colt, I thought.
As they say, if you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen.
I’ve been bitten, kicked, stepped on and knocked to the ground, not by wild horses but by those on lead ropes or in a corral. This was a new experience.
Every youngster, you have to set the limits, teach them what’s okay and what’s not okay.
The whoosh of a hoof going past your ear, you don’t want to hear that very often.