@ASB Stars I don’t miss stallions like that! When I was about 17, I was cleaning the stall of one of the farm’s more unpredictable arabian stallions. I turned my back to him and he literally picked me up by the skin at the base of my neck/above my shoulder blades… almost like how a cat lifts her kittens. He threw me out of the stall by my skin and ran me over as he took off. I still have the scars. That was certainly a life lesson!
A few years later I laid up this particularly aggressive thoroughbred colt (He was an Honor Grades son out of a Kris S mare). I knew I was in over my head when I went to clean his stall the first time, but I was still young and prideful enough not to wait for someone to help me with him. I got him tied to the wall (barely), but he still managed to aggressively trap me in the corner of the stall. Then he proceeded to fire his back hooves at my face, his left foot hitting the wall millimeters from my head, rapidly followed by the right foot doing the same. Time stopped; I thought I was a goner. That horse was wicked smart, though-- if he had wanted to make contact with me, he would have. It was all a game with him. We figured out each other’s boundaries and got along incredibly well in the end. But it was pretty funny-- when it was time for him to start back into work, I moved him to the other barn on the property that my boss managed. I dropped him off in his new stall and was heading back to my barn when I heard my boss (a lifelong brilliant horseman) screaming my name. I ran back to find my boss had gone in with the colt and was now cowering, trapped in the back corner of the stall by the colt. Nice to know it wasn’t just me! :lol: It was a feather in my cap when my boss asked me how on earth I had been handling that horse alone for all those weeks. The colt was gelded not too long afterwards.