Comments on: HI Spy: Trail Riding Tales

By: Ashley

Ashley — Thu, 21 Jun 2012 18:36:39 +0000

Whenever my family and I go away, we always trail ride. What better way to experience a foreign place than on the back of a horse. When we were in Colorado, we were trail riding in the evening through a flat meadow. The trail guide was explaining to us all the dangerous animals that lived there at night. I was terrified and I kept looking into the long grass expecting to see a mountain lion. Then, it started raining and we were heading back to the barn when it started thundering and lightning. That was the first time I was absolutely terrified on a horse. And it wasn’t even the horse who was terrifying me!

By: Kaylah

Kaylah — Sat, 05 Nov 2011 19:57:25 +0000

I was riding my 13 year old quarter horse and we had riden the trail earlier in the day with a big group. Later I rode with only my dad when the sun was setting and the signs were already gone. We got to a field with a nice stretch which I had ran earlier. I was content on showing him my new skill of running fast and smoothly. I asked to run and he told me to wait and see something. In a few seconds we got to a bunch of trees and deer came shooting out. That day I got a lesson and even though I’m glad I didn’t go I also felt really silly.

By: Amy

Amy — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 13:44:37 +0000

A friend of mine and I went on a trail ride and I was riding my 4 year old gelding and I got off to open a gate. Usually he follows me and stays where I tell him. But that day he just walked off. After a while he final stopped. I just had to laugh at him when I caught him because just looked at me like “I’m going home, Where are you goin?”

By: Allysa

Allysa — Fri, 07 Oct 2011 11:30:32 +0000

Mine isnt a sad story at all. It was a time when my friend Chelsea, my cousin Hannah(on the back with me) and I of course went trail riding. We both had Arabians so yes they are competitive and mine was a gelding and hers a mare. We went to cross the river bank which was only 3 feet wide and super shallow. Both of our horses hated water with a passion. The can take baths but will NOT step into water. So we thought it would be a god teaching expierence. Chelsea went first on her mare Rockette and she flew over the water bank almost knocking off Chelsea but she hung on and made it Then it was time for Phantom, Hannah and me to go. Hannah is hanging on the the back off me so she doesnt slip I give phantom the signal and he moves forward goes right up to the water line and stops smells the water and then picks up all 4 legs and clears the water at the same time we yelled of joy it was so funny!

By: Linda

Linda — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 16:14:49 +0000

Was riding around Bald Eagle Forest in PA when we intersected a trail called horse path. Well of course we have to go on it… 6 months later when I read the back of the map it is one of the three trails horses are not allowed on. Two riders learned an important lesson and two horses had some trust issues for awhile.

By: Jozie

Jozie — Sat, 30 Apr 2011 15:50:28 +0000

I was riding with my mom on her horse, a 4-year-old half-Mustang gelding, our trainer on one horse, and I was on my to-be 20-year-old Quarter Horse gelding. Lakota, the half-Mustang, was being trained, and my mom wanted to ride him before we brought him home. Well, we are riding on a trail on the trainer’s land, and for no reason at all, Lakota spooks. He runs into some brush, old tree limbs, and a downed tree. I’m very glad he didn’t trip. The trainer’s horse spooked a little at Lakota, but my boy, Chief, didn’t. Mom said that it was scary. Now that I look back on it, it was pretty darn funny. I’m so glad Chief is trained so well, and he and Lakota just love to eat the grass here at home. Though I will never let my guard down, I still don’t think my big boy will ever spook.

By: Alissa

Alissa — Fri, 11 Feb 2011 21:08:19 +0000

I was riding on a trail on a young gelding one day with my parents, when my mom’s horse accidently kicked the log he was walking over. Little did we know it was full of yellow jackets! They flew out and swarmed us all, causing the horses to panic, and the gelding I was riding began bucking, trying to get them off. Lucky us, no one got hurt except for a few stings, but it took us ages to calm the three horses down and get all the yellow jackets off.

By: Sara

Sara — Sun, 06 Feb 2011 12:45:17 +0000

I rode some sort of race pony on a trail once and she spooked really easily, she almost ran into tree when she heard a branch crack behind her. Turns out there was some kid fallowing me and my best friend the entire time on the trail!

By: Lindsey

Lindsey — Tue, 01 Jun 2010 19:09:56 +0000

on my first trail ride i was 9 and it was for a charity so when we got there i rode beastie a dapple gray horse she tried to buck that was the first time a horse bucked or tried too buck when i was riding we head out and we went for a wonderful ride but i was very scared we rode done a long back road and then there was a car coming my horse was scared but i didn’t know what to do i pulled on the reins and then he backed up then i kicked him and he started trotting i held on and i went to the side of the road and then i trotted the rest of the trail and thats when i fell in love with trails and decided i love jumping and trails and like dressage so i want to be a eventer and now i just need to learn to jump higher and higher level dressage

By: Carly

Carly — Tue, 23 Feb 2010 09:07:25 +0000

When I was 11 or so, I went to a dude Ranch in Loveland CO with my mom and my godmother. On one trail ride I was put on a smallish dun Quater Pony named Willie, and our guide was an air head 22 year old who thought she knew everything, yeah, no. about 3 1/2 hours into our 4 hour trail ride we realize that she had gotten us lost somewhere in the Rockies! She tells us to climb up this bank and on this narrow shelf I find myself perched staring down a steep bank of shale and rubble. Yeah, lets go down this way =/. anyway, the idiot girl turns around and pushes her greenie horse between me and Willie and the wall. Wille has no where to go and begns to shake and go backwards. Anyway, I emergency dismount and grab his reins tightly and lead him down. My mom and godmother were furious! Anyway, the only other way out is across this slippery riverbed, and I lead Willie across, I have to keep supporting his shoulder and the poor thing is skidding wildly and I begin to curse the whole thing. The guide keeps hands me the reins of her horse and my mom’s as they try to persuade my godmother’s mare to go. Stupid guide smacks the poor thing on the rump and the mare trips, steps on the rein, jerks up her head and is bleeding massivley from her mouth. She’s about to bolt when this guy suddenly appears on the riverbed, about 60 or so with greyish stubble, sunglasses, and a hiker’s back pack and boots and reaches out to the mare to catch her. He says “whoa girl” stablilizes her and hands me her reins. We were so caught up with making sure the mare was OK that when we turned back to thank him. He was gone. No footprints in the mud that completely surrounded the riverbank. Till this day we wonder where he came from to help that poor horse, and are thankful that our guide was fired for endangering us and the horses.