Re: SPLAT!!!

["Celia Krall" <celiak@pcrs.net>]

When I was a kid (12 years old, I think) my Welsh pony and I found a mud
hole like that, in a tiny little stream.  My pony sunk so deep all that was
still outside the water was his neck and head.  We were close to town.  The
sheriff came, the vet came, the boy scouts came.  The newspaper came. 
Finally, someone called a tow truck.  My elderly neighbor climbed in next
to Thunder, and somehow she got a canvas sling down under his belly.  (I
will always love her for doing that!)  The truck sucked him out.  We were
all fine.  Thunder was really tired, though.  Still have the little
newspaper clipping.  Lucky we were where the truck could get in - I guess
I'd have lost him otherwise.  My poor Mom!!  How she survived me and my
wrecks, I'll never know.

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> From: Charles M. & Kathy Copeland <drmike@thegrid.net>
> To: Melinda Lewis <MelDiaCaprines@aol.com>; Celia Krall
<celiak@pcrs.net>; Ridecamp@Endurance. Net <ridecamp@endurance.net>
> Subject: RE: SPLAT!!!
> Date: Monday, March 20, 2000 11:12 PM
> 
> 	Well our local saddle club had their annual ride at this one ranch in
the
> foothills (we are located in CA)on Sunday.  My two daughters, a friend of
> theirs, my endurance partner, De, and her husband (our pit crew) and some
80
> others made this ride.  We went out in different groups according to how
> difficult a ride you wanted.  We of course went on the longest and most
> difficult.  It was a beautiful day.  We had a great time taking our
horses
> through all the creek crossings, the mud, and just love those hills.
> 	We came to a very small stream of water which we had to cross.  I was as
> usual bring up the rear.  Now mind you 20 other horses had just crossed
> here.  Well my horse stepped off the beaten path by only a foot, no more
> than a mear 12 inches, and the next thing I knew is that we were about
mid
> belly deep in a pit of mud.  Now I had always heard of these pits of mud
and
> sometimes sand where they say it is solid ground in one spot but just a
few
> inches away its sink city.  Of course I always though oh yeah sure there
is
> such a thing.  I mean who would believe such a thing could exist.  I want
to
> say just one thing about them now "I BELIEVE".
> 	Okay back to the mud.  So here I am on my poor horse in this pit of mud
> that seems to want to eat us. (Definitely an Arabian eater.)  I figure I
> have to get off so my poor Khazy can get himself out of this mess or I
can
> try to help him get out but where do I go.  I decided any where was
better
> for him.  As I am half way out of the saddle he gives it a good lurch
which
> sends me sailing off to the side.  I hit the ground (or should I say mud)
> which was very close and decided it would be safest just to keep rolling
> away from Khazy to hard ground.  I ended up in the little stream
completely
> cover in sticky black mud.  Khazy had been able to make his way out of
the
> mud pit by this time and join everyone who was watching this mud bath. 
He
> had black mud half way up his sides.
> 	Of course everyone asked if I was okay and after I said yes they all
> started laughing.  Once again where is that helmet cam when you need it. 
I
> checked Khazy out to make sure he was okay and he was.  I washed as much
of
> the mud off of me and Khazzy as I could in the little stream.  He was not
> real interested in getting to close to that one again.  It was awfully
nice
> when we came back to one of the creek crossings again and I was able to
get
> ride of more of the black mud.  Still brought an awful lot of it home
with
> us though. Told DE and the girls I was just demonstrating what to do and
how
> not to panic if they ever got in deep mud.  They were appreciative of my
> demonstration.  Seems I have been doing quite a few demonstrations
lately.
> I must go and figure out what kind of demonstration to do on the next
ride.
> Kath
> 
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