Once upon a time, Andrew decided that he wanted to go horseback riding. He called Court Hahne and asked if she wanted to go with him. She responded “Heck Yes!” and before you knew it, they had the horses loaded up in the trailer and were headed towards the beautiful Millville Canyon. He had been there a bunch of times before, and really enjoyed the ride. This time however, events led him in a different dirrection.
He unloaded the two horses. Almost immediately, Molly broke loose and ran and got with some other horses that were acting up on the other side of the fence. She started to follow these other horses along the fence line. Before anything could be done she was three hundred yards down the fence. Andrew analyzed the situation and decided that the best idea would be to finish saddling and preparing Dancer and then ride him to go get Molly. So Andrew got everything ready, or so he thought. As he started to climb into the saddle, Dancer took off, while at the same time relaseing the breath he had been holding. This led to the saddle slipping to about a 45 degree angle, with Andrew holding on and trying to decide what to do while Dancer ran willy-nilly toward Molly.
A moment of decision came and Andrew bailed for his life. He landed on his feet with cat-like skill and promptly crumbled to the ground and continued to bounce and skid through the dirt and rock until at last he came to a stop. Court screamed and asked if he was okay. Andrew, not wanting to worry her unessecarily stood up and started walking towards the horses. OUCH. Both of his feet really hurt; and his head kind of hurt, and his hand was filling with blood, and his knee stung. From there he walked down about 300 more yards until the horses stopped scampering away. Court came down as well and when she was close, Andrew turned his head. Court gasped, “Andrew, we need to go to the hospital.” “What? Why?” as he put his hand to the back of his head and felt the sticky goodness of fresh blood. Oh wow, hmm what to do, what to do.
Andrew and Court began the long walk back up to the trailer. The rough terrain sent shots of pain through Andrew’s feet and legs. Finally they arrived and got Dancer loaded into the trailer. Then they loaded Molly in. As Andrew went to close the back door, Molly bolted, ripping out the lease that attached her halter to the trailer. She went off running at the other horses who had started this excitement. “NOO, not again. I can’t do this again” thought Andrew. He started limping towards her and managed to catch her before she got too far.
Finally Andrew and Court were ready to go home. On the way, Andrew tried a few unsuccessful phone calls to his personal physician of small accidents, Michelle Israelsen. Also he called home and told Mom to get ready for some medical treatment. When she verified that it was him that needed it and not Court, she was greatly relieved. They arrived home about 9 o’clock and Dad took care of the horses while Andrew went inside as best as his feet would carry him.
To see how the rest of the night played out, please refer to “Another Trip to the Emergency Room”
Tags: Dates, Horses, Unfortuante Events
