These next few lines are hard for me to write. Bryant, my mentor, couldn’t contain his fear the other day. He was throwing his hands and arms in every direction while shrieking like a baby. He tried running but his back was up against a panel, and he had nowhere to go.
I thought I heard sobbing coming from his direction but couldn’t be sure. I couldn’t believe what I had witnessed. In all the years I’ve known this man, never have I seen him react in such a manner. Scared of one of his own horses?
Okay, okay, that isn’t really what took place. However, when I joked with Bryant about writing a story like that he almost dared me that I wouldn’t. Well, that was the wrong thing to do. LOL!
The real story goes like this:
It was November 11th and our work for the day was to return a few horses to Fossil River Refuge that were temporarily removed due to a downed fence. Now that the fence is repaired we were going to trailer them back home.
Two weeks prior we had brought a Blue Roan stallion to Chahta Isuba Ranch as a temporary holding place. Recently trapped with his mares, this stallion came straight from the Blackjack Mountain area. For this story, we’ll call him “Blue.”
“Blue” was unhappy as we already had taken his mares away. Having a bit of “wild” in him makes it evident he’s not had a human hand on him. There’s little doubt he has the desire to have one on him anytime soon.
To load the horses we needed we would have to put “Blue” in the pen with two other stallions. I knew a performance was about to take place. Armed with my camera, I found a safe spot outside the round pen and waited.
Bryant moved “Blue” into the enclosure. Instantly the snorting between two of the stallions began. “Blue” and the blood bay stallion began looking each other over. (The blood bay stallion is a brother to my “Mountain Gang’s” Muddy Pond.)
Sanity In Question
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bryant enter the pen with the stallions. Okay, what was he thinking? You’ve got three stallions, two are snorting and having a stand-off, and you believe it’s a good idea to enter the pen with them? Just so you know, I question his sanity quite often, really!
The two stallions kept close enough that most of their kicks never landed, however, there were some that sure did. I continued snapping pictures as they moved around the edge of the pen. “Blue” kept backing the bay up as he tried to kick.
Line Of Fire
Suddenly the bay removed himself to the other side of the pen, leaving Bryant in the line of fire. It went so fast. I don’t think that “Blue” realized the other stallion was gone. When he did, he lunged toward the other side of the pen as well. Far away from humans.
Let’s be honest for a moment. You know when you have a friend, and they fall or get hit, and you start laughing? You ARE concerned for them, but you can’t help it, you just laugh. After all, it’s funny right?!
That happened to us. As he began to turn toward me, Bryant said, “That hurt.” When I saw him I couldn’t help it; I had to laugh! I WAS concerned and did ask “What happened?” He said he thought when “Blue” lunged a piece of hard mud was slung from his hoof and hit him. Sure did! Smack in the forehead!
I had to snap the picture right?!
The horses were loaded and returned to their home at Fossil River successfully. Bryant didn’t suffer any permanent damage. I paid for my behavior since then with him working me like a dog. And if you’re MY friend, you won’t tag him in this story for fear he’ll add to my workload!
If you do see it, remember my friend I think you’re the BEST!!!
‘Namaste’ and ‘Mamma D’
Here is one of our stories from last year: Saved By The Bid A story about Bryant doing more of what he has been for the past 45 plus years, saving horses!
Note: We won’t be posting any stories this week due to the holiday. We look forward to seeing you back in December and hope you have a Happy and Blessed Thanksgiving.