One minute I was walking; the next, I was kicked in the
thigh by a 1,100 pound mare. The impact
threw me back about five feet and I lay,
stunned, on the ground for a moment or two.
This was the first time in 18 years of working with horses that I had
been kicked by one.
In the earlier parts of this blog series, we talked about
why horses kick and how you can avoid getting hurt. Now I'll tell you my story!
Note: There is a photo of a somewhat nasty bruise near the bottom of this blog entry - if you don't want to see it, don't scroll to the bottom! The photo to the right was not taken at a rodeo; it was taken at Saratoga Race Course during morning workouts.
I've been riding for quite awhile, and have ridden all types
of horses from ponies to quiet schoolmasters to newly broken youngsters. Growing
up, I was in a 4-H horse program where as kids, we learned every aspect of
horse care before moving onto an equine-based college program.
In the fall of 2008, I was working with a mare (female)
horse named Mandy that was a Thoroughbred-Hanoverian cross. Thoroughbreds tend to be high-energy, while
warmbloods like Hanoverians are quieter, so the combination is made for performing
in sports like dressage and jumping. In
fact, Mandy had been trained by an Olympic rider to compete in 3-Day Eventing.
For the most part, Mandy was a fun horse to ride. She was very well trained and tended to be
quite responsive to the rider's aids, but Mandy had two big problems:
- She
constantly tested her rider. When the
rider first got on, Mandy misbehaved and only followed commands that were
perfectly executed and even then, only some of the time.
- Even
worse, when she was in heat (just like people, horses get PMS) she had a major
attitude problem. Mandy not only didn't
want to work, she squealed and struck out with a front hoof when anyone touched
her. She kicked out at other
horses. Occasionally, she would kick out
with a hind hoof.
On a sunny afternoon in October, I hiked the half-mile to
Mandy's pasture to collect her for our ride.
I cross-tied her in the barn as usual and groomed and saddled her. Everything seemed to be normal and she showed
no signs of being in heat. Then Mandy
left a pile of manure in the aisle. One
aspect of horse care is to leave everything neat, including the barn
aisle. Using a shovel to clean up a pile
of manure behind a horse is nothing unusual, so I went to the rear of the barn
to collect one and then approached Mandy calmly to scoop the poop.
For some reason, Mandy wasn't too happy about that. All of a sudden, she kicked out with her left
hind leg, catching me on the outside of my left thigh. The impact threw me back toward the rear barn
door, which was closed. I landed on the
ground – luckily, clear of the manure!
The whole incident stunned me so I just laid there for a moment,
catching my breath.
Horses should not be allowed to "get away" with anything, so
I should have treated this like a fall and "gotten right back on". The best thing for Mandy at that moment would
have been a firm ride; however, my leg was quite sore. Since it was the leg I would need to get into
the saddle, I wasn't sure I could get on!
I thought about it for a minute and decided no ride would be better than
a potentially disastrous one, especially since I was the only one on the
property at the time.
I unsaddled Mandy and walked the half-mile back to her
pasture before returning to my car and driving 40 minutes home. By that time, my leg was so stiff I had to
swing it out of the car with my hands; this confirmed my decision to drive 30
more minutes to the emergency room where I sat for about three hours. By then, I could not walk at all and my thigh
was swollen to almost twice its normal size.
Explaining horse-related accidents at the ER is always
interesting as they are always so puzzled about what you did to make a horse
hurt you. X-rays revealed the leg was
not broken, but the bone was certainly bruised. The doctor asked me if I had
any painkillers at home. Yes, I had
darvocet. He replied, "Well, I'm going
to give you something stronger, because you're going to hurt a lot more than
that!" I got some Percocet and crutches
and went on my way.
Within a day or so, the bruise covered my thigh and the
draining blood extended halfway down my calf.
The Percocet didn't help at all (just made me nauseous) and I still
couldn't move my leg without using my hands to do it. The leg remained so swollen that I had to
wear sweatpants for about a week. I
spent almost two weeks on crutches and just limped around after that because
they were such an annoyance!
Almost two years later, I still have a little bit of a
bruise left; there is also a small dent in my leg. On damp or rainy days, it's sore. When I run or walk for exercise, the area
gets hot. Moral of the story – you never
know when a horse will kick, and even if you know what you're doing, accidents
can happen!
Read Part 1 and Part 2 of this series.
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