horse tracking as told by Ray Wilson
Sunday, April 1st, 2007
It was a perfect sunny day to trail ride at Stockton Lake. I loaded up my horse, Red, and decided to take my hand saw and clippers to clean limbs from a small section of the riding trail.
I arrived at the parking lot across from the riding trail, saddled up Red and attached the saw and clippers. I also took a lead rope with me so I could ground tie Red while I worked.(ground tie means-lead rope is hanging down from the halter without being tied to anything) Red is trained to stand when the lead rope is just hanging from the halter touching the ground.
I rode to the spot that I wanted to start cutting the small limbs that hang in the path. So I connected the lead rope to Red’s halter so it would hang down and Red would stand there. I went about cleaning and trimming limbs from the trail. I was moving down the trail, trimming and clearing it up, getting alot of work done. All was going well, I was able to tell Red to come on and she was following me as I worked down the trail. I thought to myself this is really great, when I get tired I’ll just ride back and head home.
I got really involved in what I was doing, feeling really good about clearing this area so people wouldn’t have to duck to keep from getting hit by limbs. Then, I heard something, sounded like a horse coming down the trail. So I looked back to get a hold of Red so the other horse coming down the trail wouldn’t spook her.
Opps, where’s Red?…I looked down the trail and saw her rear end as she turned the corner. I called for her to stop, Red stop!, but she kept going. I thought I’d better take off after her, so I started back up the trail trying to catch up. I called out a few more times to her, but she wouldn’t stop. She just kept going walking along, not running, just keeping the same pace. Then she disappeared from view, and I realize it’s going to be a long walk back.
I keep hoping that someone was coming down the trail and would find her, but no such luck. I came to a clearing and was hoping the she was in the pasture eating some grass. She wasn’t there. Then I came to a fork in the trail.. Now which way did she go? I started searching for her tracks and finally found her hoof prints on the path going to the creek. After crossing the creek, I check for tracks again hoping that she actually crossed and didn’t head up or down stream. Yep there they are. I started to realize that Red might be heading towards the trailer.
I keep checking her tracks along the trail hoping she stays on the trail. She never leaves it! As I turned the last corner I look and there she is just standing next to the trailer as if she’s tied. I was happy to see her and tired for the long walk back. Three miles of tracking a horse instead of riding her.
What a day! I packed up and headed home, but will come back another day. Trust next time I will tie Red up every time I stop to work..
Horse Tracking as told by Ray Wilson
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