Years ago the phone rang on a beautiful Sunday morning. It was the BOs daughter, about age 9, who I knew quite well. Daughter: Mom told me to call you and tell me your horse is okay. Response: What are you talking about? Daughter: Mom told me to call you and tell me your horse is okay. Response: What’s the joke supposed to be? It’s April Fools Day. Daughter: Mom said to come over now because he got his hoof caught in the round bale feeder. Response: I’ll be there shortly.
He got cast in a Tombstone feeder. His right hind got caught at the pastern. He didn’t flail around. He was the alpha. He napped along side a bale, stretched out straight. We figure he rolled toward the feeder. The DH was able to break it apart with a sledge hammer. Getting the hoof out wasn’t a problem. The only other option I’ve been able to identify is jaws of life fromthe Fire Department. He was sore but no injuries. Thank goodness someone spotted him.
That was the end of Tombstone feeders. They were egone in a couple of days. I’ve seen lots of photos of them in horse magazines. One of the university vet schools in the midwest did a study on feeders and said they had never seen a problem with that style.
Tombstone Bale feeder