By Jan Dawson, President, AAHS
[reproduced from Caution:Horses]
The trainer had just finished schooling an 8-year
old, experienced horse. They had completed a highly successful show
season a couple of months before and were moving on into some new
territory including flying changes and some more sophisticated lateral
work. The horse worked well and had worked hard, so the pair headed for
the trail to cool out.
About half a mile from the arena they crossed a dry
creek bed without incident, taking a path they had taken many times
before. They often had schooling sessions in the pasture so the arena
work would not be so boring.
That was the last thing the rider remembered until
she woke up in her house and heard someone on the telephone. Her first
thought was, “Oh my, here I am in the middle of the day, lying in bed,
fully dressed with my spurs on and I still have horses to ride.” The
voice on the phone was the 911 dispatcher who wanted to know if she
needed an ambulance after her fall. “I guess so,” she said, “since I
don’t really remember much about riding the horse.”
The doctor in the emergency room told her that if
she had not been wearing her helmet she would have been a fatality; as
it was she had a mild concussion.
* * *
That was January 23, 2002 and I still have no
memory of the incident. The ground was all torn up where my horse blew
up and all I can think is that something must have really jumped up
underneath him. It was too early for snakes and he isn’t afraid of them
anyway. Not much bothers him. Ground bees? Who knows?
I sent my helmet in to the distributor thinking
that it would find nothing and that I was really being a wimp. All that
was on the outside was a little smudge. Little did I know. The
engineers determined from analyzing the material inside the helmet that
I took a 1400 G-force blow on a 2 square inch area of my head. They
estimated that the helmet reduced the blow to 450 G-forces. The helmet
definitely saved my life or at the very least kept me from drooling on
my shirt in a vegetative state for the remainder.
I have been used to wearing my helmet for nearly 10
years now to the point that sometimes I will catch myself still wearing
it when I drive to town. I wear an Aussie Outback and find that even in
the summer my head doesn’t sweat. However, before this accident I have
begun to look longingly at the cute visors my friends wear. Some visors
have dressage horses on them. Other visors can match your tee shirt or
your britches.
I had begun to think that both of my show horses were
too old and had too much training to really commit an atrocity. In a
million years I would have never believed that this horse could have
been made to blow up that badly. Yet all over the country I teach just
the opposite. A horse is always a horse and will always be a horse and
horses are always unpredictable and can react suddenly.
I still have no memory of the incident. The
effects of the accident are still around but much less and not as
funny. I no longer call home several times to tell my husband that I
have arrived at my destination safely. I can remember now that I have
already done it. I have stopped calling people two and three times for
the same thing – that got a little embarrassing.
Forty-eight hours after the accident I was
presenting two workshops to the American Youth Horse council and I had
to begin by telling the audience that if I started talking gibberish to
just stop me and I would start over. The talks apparently made sense
but I do not remember giving them. The periods of disorientation have
subsided and I no longer am dizzy when I ride. Do I expect this horse
to do this again? Of course
Would I have been better off in a sell-worked
arena? Sure, but will I now only ride in controlled situations on soft,
well-worked surfaces? No way. Will I ever consider trading my helmet
for a visor or cap because it looks cool? When pigs fly!
"Reprinted with
permission of the copyright holder and the American Association
for Horsemanship Safety. P.O. Box 39, Fentress, TX 78622."
