Yesterday was our Opening Day, so energy levels were running high for humans, horses, and hounds alike.
Early on, we were checked in a narrow lane with no room to back off the trail on either side. I was leading third field, so I was trying to keep an eye on my group and the other on the rest of the field when I hear a quiet “hound” from the last rider in line.
Moments later, something slams into my horse’s hocks–hard enough to jolt her forward a little bit. I looked down to see Able, one of our young entry shaking his head and seeing stars. He was so focused on catching up with the pack that he literally crashed into us at top speed. It was a true cartoon moment for him…standing there confused and a little dazed with little birdies flying in circles around his head.
The field erupted into gales of laughter and he shook it off when the next horn call came.
BestMare didn’t even think about picking up a foot toward him!
(I checked on him in the van before breakfast–no worse for wear.)