I had much the same thing happen to my horse and me and I'm convinced it
was his hobble training that saved us. I was leading him down a
fenceline next to a bunch of frisky colts at a friend's one day and he
had happy feet himself, prancing next to me, tail over his back. Next
thing I knew he had one forefoot and one hind foot on the opposite side
entwined in some downed hotwire that had been hidden by tall weeds. He
stopped dead in his tracks before I even knew what had happened and
allowed me to unwrap both feet just calm as could be. Looking back, it
was me that suffered the casualty. My heart was pounding and I was
dizzy with fright. I'm sure my poor horse could smell the adrenaline,
but he stood like a statue, thank God! I probably cut a few years off
my life with that one. -Nikki