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>In regard to horse fatalities, to paint everyone with a
black brush who has
>lost a horse is being incredibly blind. Anyone who
thinks it can't happen to
>them, in total absence of abuse, is living in
a fantasy world.
In 1987, at the American
River ride, my horse, Wintergreen Justice, took me off a cliff a few miles from
the lunch stop. We were trotting at the time, by ourselves. Another rider came
up behind us. I remember asking if the rider wanted the trail. The
next thing I remember is being in midair, off a 1200-1500 ft cliff, thinking
there is no way I can live through this - nothing but trees, fallen logs, rocks
and boulders. I remember pushing down on the saddle to bail. Next thing I
remember is coming to. I have no idea what happened. My horse died. His body was
found on Monday. I was helicoptered out and spent 4 days in UC
Davis.
Things can happen and horses
can die at rides through no one's fault.
Jeanne
AERC
#4887
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