My Strange Horsey Ways.. A Christmas Story (not really)

For those of you that have been following Whiskey’s story and wonder why I suddenly have a new child, let me tell you a little history!

Back in 1997, I started Rachael’s Equine Services. That was the year I graduated from High School. It all began when some folks hired me to find them two “perfect family horses”. I shopped and shopped. I ended up at Bill Geresh’s place and found them two perfect horses! Since I had to use mileage, long distance phone calls (it was legit back then) and my truck got a whole 7mpg, My fee was 20% plus expenses. I made a little jingle for my pocket and had to file taxes. I also gave riding lessons so it was time to create my business. lucky me, my parents were both well versed in being self employed. Moving forward now…

Tejas Jubilee, my first horse and the only one that was always mine!

TJ was my first horse. My parents gave him to me Christmas of my 8th grade year… 1993? He was my everything! Then, when I was a SR in HS, my dad made me a deal. I could buy a second horse but I had to train it and sell it. The profit minus expenses went back to him. I sold that mare in a little over a year and made profit. I handed it over to my dad and he paid me back with a much needed laptop for school and a little more so I could buy another… and so I did. I bought the crazy grey 4 year old mare. She was a hoot! She was all hell fire!

Gypsy

Suzy and I won some money and what not so my dad ended up buying her from me for a brood mare. Around the same time, I had stumbled upon a mare by the name of Project Hold On and a gelding named Blue Ribbon Ben. Both were off the track quarter horses. I some how made this gal a heck of a deal (for me) for the pair. The mare joined the brood mare band. We also picked up a little Windy Ryon Mare! So that was the start of Z-Equine’s broodmare herd. Ben was another train to sell even though I fell in love with that giant Bay!

Next came babies… we sold the first foal crop. Then we sold the Windy Ryon mare… and sold the second foal crop out of Suzy and PHO. Suzy kept throwing grey babies that had a stinky attitude so we sold her. In Spring of 2001, Roxy was born. A pretty palomino filly out of awesome bloodlines and HUGE. She stayed on as a broodmare as I had just graduated from college and went off to work. Her first foal was Zbar Lynx To Cash.

Zbar Lynx To Cash as a yearling

Lynx wasn’t the best looking colt. I had him up for sale for the going rate of yearlings and he didn’t sell. At this point, I was married and we had 23 acres as well as our own little herd. So I struck a deal and made a trade for our Buckskin mare, MJG Scottish Scoot. Now Lynx is my main man!!! My dad got to add to his broodmare band and all was good!

Roxy’s next foal was several years later and a nice black colt. I had him sold to a friend. We drove to the ranch to pick him up to bring him up here for her. Sadly, God had other plans for my friend. Well, we went ahead and brought the colt home. This would be Perks on the Fly aka Goose.

Goose on top, His dam on bottom

Goose decided he didn’t like barrels so he is off doing something else. I put 7 years into trying to get him to be my wing man. I had to admit that he needed a different job. Meanwhile, I tried to get Roxy in foal again and she just didn’t take. MJG Scottish Scoot did take! She gave birth to a little bay colt in May 2019! Whiskey also known as Skeet Rey Scott (Scott was supposed to be Scoot) and this is how I ended up with another horse!

Whiskey as a baby!

He was living the good life at the ranch. But lack of time created an issue… an almost 3 year old gelding with zero training! I was casually looking for something because Lynx is 14 going on 15. My other two geldings are 20/21. In my mind, I knew I needed to have something to compete on by 2025. Despite my husband’s dislike for this little spoiled bay colt, he let me bring him home. Shocker, he is doing really well! I figure I will either fall in love and give him a job or sell and get something older after Whiskey is broke to ride. Why not? Better than having a “wild” horse running around at the ranch!!!!

Whiskey taking the tarp in stride

This is my Christmas Pony. I really didn’t think it would go this way but nevertheless, I’m so happy it did!!!!

It has been one month…

It has been one month since I was kicked in the chest. One month since a random hoof flew at me and into my chest. One month since I decided to turn my horse out, forgot to let the horse out of the other paddock and walked forward vs turning around and going back to the gate….and I got kicked in the chest. My oh my how one blink can alter your reality.

This was an average morning. I went to turn horses out. I didn’t let the one horse that sleeps in the paddock, that is located inside the back pasture , out before letting Lynx loose for the day. A simple thing. So I took the halter off Lynx, put it on my shoulder and stepped forward. I woke up 15’ from where I was standing. It hurt. I could not breathe. I did manage to get up and let that horse out before the ambulance arrived. I spent four days in the hospital and did not break anything. Blunt force trauma to my chest wall.

What I have learned since this experience? A lot! I learned that the world keeps turning. I learned that my child still had baseball. Dinner still needed to be cooked. Horses still needed to be fed. I also learned that my 42 year old body takes longer to heal! I learned that I have limits.

On my 14 year wedding anniversary, September 29th, my son got sick. Of course we got tested and come to find out it was the vid. My son was sick for maybe 24-36 hours. He is 100% now! I tested positive but do not have any symptoms aside from my “I just got kicked in the chest by a horse” symptoms. All I want to do is ride! But yet….I got kicked in the chest by a horse. Sigh.

So what does one do when we are in quarantine and healing from trauma? I’m not 💯 great but I am also way past the sleeping all day phase! I cleaned saddles. I cook dinner. I do laundry. Gah the laundry! What do we do? Watch tv. That’s it! So please go ride your horses and breathe in the ragweed air! Enjoy the little cool front that might make your steed a little fresh! Think of me while you glide along on that horse of yours! I can’t wait to ride again! But…I will! Why? Because “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” does not apply to people over 40! 😐✌🏻

Accidents Happen

Zbar Lynx To Cash

When you live you life, accidents happen. I mean, we can’t live in a bubble! The best case scenario is to be prepared and have a plan. What would you do if you were home alone and feeding horses then came across a snake? For me, my snake charming tools are always handy! If I was bit by a snake, I would grab the nearest thing I can find and make a tourniquet to tie off my body part that was bit and call someone while identifying said snake. Got my drift? Moving forward…

Do you carry you phone on your person when you go out to the barn? When you ride, do you put your phone on your person or on your saddle? What if you are unconscious and cannot make a call? I don’t think that people always think thinks through. I know I didn’t. Heck, 90% of the time, I am alone when handling my horses. Sure, I almost always have my phone. A couple of years ago, I realized that if I was knocked unconscious, being alone, no one would know. So I invested in my Apple Watch with fall assist. It’s also cellular, not just Bluetooth. It was an investment in safety. And it worked.

I tend to always wear my watch. It has gone off with the fall assist when I smack a horse for biting me… good to know! It has two alerts that will ask “are you ok?” Then a “did you fall?”. You have to answer both on the watch or it will send out an alert to my people and call 911. Let’s think about this… if you fell off your horse and say, hit a rock with your head, DO YOU WANT someone to know? For me, the answer is simply YES. I do believe Samsung and other brands of smart watches now offer the fall assist feature.

My gen 4 Apple Watch (notice my silicone wedding band)

My watch finally paid for itself this last Wednesday. I was doing my normal AM turn out with my horses but forgot to turn out the horse in one paddock before releasing Lynx from his paddock into the pasture. Normally, I open the paddock gate for the other horse to let him out then release Lynx. I normally release Lynx from the main gate. He normally walks beside me with a rope around his neck or halter and will wait for me to remove said rope/halter then go off to graze. On this random day, instead of releasing him at the gate, I walked into the pasture, removed his halter and stepped forward vs turning around and going back out of the pasture. He did wait until I was out of sight but I was actually right behind him. 😑 My brain was on walking to the other gate and turning out the other gelding. I literally walked directly behind Lynx. 🤦🏼‍♀️

This all happened so quickly that there is no way I could have prevented the following events. He took off to graze giving a quick yeeyee buck landing a direct hit to my chest. I remember the hoof making contact. Then I came too about 10-15′ from where I was initially standing and was laid out. I could not breathe. Of course I was in my bedtime clothes but my phone was under my left hip that was on the ground. My watch had time to go through the questions and started the emergency process. My 🆘. Thank God. While I was face down in the dirt, gasping for air, three people called me asking if I was ok. I could not respond as I had zero air in my lungs. I was spewing snot too. (Had bronchitis and the snot evidently got kicked out of me) and all I could say was HELP. I was scared, alone, and in horrible pain. My three people jumped into action. Sadly, while I was trying to answer their calls, I hung up on 911 😩. Luckily my friend Tori had called them. My watch sent out a GPS of my location. Again, my phone was under me. I managed to get a little air back and get to my knees then my feet but could not stand upright. My brain was still on letting the other horse out so I did. Then I went out the main gate and crawled to the living quarters of my horse trailer as it has a soft place to sit.

My friends showed up. They found me! Yay!!! Helped me inside and I knew I was bad off. I heard the sirens. I managed to get my friend to pack my purse with essential items like chargers, iPad etc. We did forget to dress me but it’s ok. Ambulance picked me up and took me to the trauma center in Dallas. The force of the kick had caused my heart to go out of rhythm and swelling in my chest cavity. I still don’t know how I didn’t break ANYTHING. My husband showed up and they did the full work up. I stayed for 3 nights and four days.

Now that I am home, I realize how lucky I was to only get kicked in the chest by one hoof vs two. I do have whiplash and a concussion. I have some insane bruising. I am not ok but I am not broken. Thinking back, I’m so glad I made the investment for my safety!! If my watch wasn’t on me, no one would have known. Im guessing it would have been about an hour before I was able to make calls. Think about that. How quickly does it take for a human to bleed out? What if my heart was in so much distress that I had an actual heart attack? What if I had punctured a lung? I am so blessed to have gotten care so quickly!!!!

Zbar Lynx To Cash doing his happy kick

I hope that this will make everyone stop and think. What safety procedures do you have in place? How often are you alone with your horses? Do you realize that this was a split second fiasco? Are you ready for something like this to happen? What is your plan?

I’m going back to sleep now but I sure hope my post helps someone!