It's absolutely incredible there. Florida wild land at it's finest.. and at it's wildest. They have every wild critter living wild there known to Florida wildlife including the puma and the bear. (for more information on Large Predators in Florida, I happen to have created a presentation for work at this link:
ANYWAY, so we've been riding in this beautiful wildland for a few months. We've seen deer, pigs, you name it just about.... no spooking or carrying on by the "boys". They've been fairly perfect equine gentleman.
And then a couple weeks ago, I forgot to pack my sister's bridle. No problem, she said and decided to ride Jackie with a halter. Oh, he was fine at first. Until he realized he didn't "really" have to go where she wanted him to. Then he was plowing through this and that, eating here and there, and totally not heeding her advice about what branch she'd fit under and such. next thing you know, he's gotten caught in vines and they drag Peg right off on her butt.
Some cuts and bruises but all was not lost. She remounted and we started down the trail again. Well, "something" ran across the path in front of us a few moments later. I wasn't paying attention at the moment, I was looking at the GPS when all of a sudden Bo turned INSIDE out and was bolting in the other direction after Jackie. I was scrambling to hold on (cause the ground was 16 hands down there and moving fast) and I saw my sister falling off in slow motion in front of me. Luckily all hooves missed her and I started trying to get Bo's head around and stop him (while not falling on my ass).
I finally got him stopped, and luckily Jackie decided to stop too. I jumped off and caught Jackie and started running back to my sister. Peg was getting up slow, spitting dirt. Apparently she had used her mouth like a shovel.
We decided it might be a good time to call it a day and walked the horses back to the trailer.
The next week (with a bridle!) went MUCH better and we had a pleasant ride with minimal whooshing at things on the trail. Then came THIS week.
I swear to God, we arrived with fire breathing dragons. The "Boys" gave us trouble mounting and started down the trail blowing and ready for trouble. We managed to have a pleasant ride even so, and started back about an hour before dark. That's when the Killer Armadillos came out.
You'd have thought Armadillos made a habit of eating horses. Both Jackie and Bo were nearly jumping in each other's laps at every rustle of palmettos. They seriously should have been embarrassed!We managed to make it back alive anyway. We've decided we need a few more late afternoon trips so the "boys" get better aquainted with Killer Armadillos.
The hooftrimmer came this morning and Bo was a perfect gentleman for him. Jackie is getting better and stood fine for the front, but it took a while for the back hooves.
Afterward, we wormed them. Jackie took his wormer fine, but Bo decided there was no way I was sticking that paste tube in his mouth. Now I've done this twice before with NO resistance, not even an ear flick. But this time, he reared and backed and threw his big head around like a big monster. Peg tried to help by squirting while I held him, but I ended up wearing a few CC's of it on my shirt instead.
Finally, I just did some ground work with him to reassure him I was in charge, and then grabbed his big snoz in my hand and squeezed until he stopped tossing his head. Then I just squirted it in.
The Big Dumb ass.
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