I live in North Idaho where there are many monsters in the woods to spook my horse on a trail ride. Moose, several species of bear, elk and deer, and wolf and coyote just to name a few. Then there are the human monsters on four wheels and two and afoot with their canine friends. By far the worst spooks have feathers. Wild Turkeys are at the top of the list. But even they cannot match the fierce mother Grouse!!
Mary on her trusty steed, Brandy, a big stout Quarter Horse mare, joined up with Kathy and I on our pinto Paso Finos for a Saturday afternoon ride up on Blanchard Mountain. Kathy’s gelding, Tempest and my gelding Rico are half brothers and very well matched in gait. Brandy has to trot to keep up, but Mary doesn’t mind, She always stays behind us because it is easier to keep up rather than keep pushing Brandy to go faster than she would rather go in the lead because she feels pushed by our faster walking horses.
Blanchard mountain is covered with 4 wheeler trails and old logging roads, and these link with some well used game trails. It is also covered with lush underbrush, many different species of pines and lots of taller brush. And mixed with all these are the wild flowers and weeds.
Today was a windy day and all these colors were moving and swaying and making a bit of noise too. The further up the mountain we got the wilder it got. A few snags were screeching like Banshees. Our horses were a bit edgy but very valiant and brave.
My gelding, 5 year old Rico is wonderful at taking the lead or whatever, and we were in the lead today. Kathy kept Tempest either behind me or walking side by side. And of course Brandy was right behind us. We rode like this most of the two hour ride. We were on our way back and right on top of the ridge when a Monster appeared.
Now I must give you a little back ground on our horses so you won’t think them wild crazy broncs. When Rico spooks, he freezes and his head shoots straight in the air. He must look majestic indeed to an onlooker. Usually this is all that happens. Sometimes there will be a jerk in his flesh as if his reflexes are trying to work, but he instantly overrides them. Most of the time he will even inch forward to get a better look at whatever the monster may be. Tempest does pretty much the same thing. Brandy can jump to the side like nobodies business as if doing some major cow cutting, but she is the last to spook at anything.
So here we are plodding down the trail at a walk, Tempest and Rico side by side and Brandy right behind us. Suddenly Rico and Tempest freeze at the same time. I can’t see or hear anything unusual and the brush is up to our horses bellies on either side of the 4 wheeler trail. Rico’s ears are nearly in my face he is so “on alert”. Of course I sit there like a lump thinking we are about to see a Moose or something. Suddenly we have switched ends and are running in terror straight back down the trail. Rico means business too, because he is on a dead run with his head down. He is starting to pitch and I realize I am clamped down on him like a cat. As I put my feet down and pull on the reins he stops pitching. Then it takes some major pulling on one rein to get his attention. He finally gives his jaw and lets me stop him. Wow, this has all taken place in about 5 seconds. This was not slow motion like some people see, but to me it was super speed. I don’t remember seeing either Brandy or Tempest in this so we must have turned outward and been the first down the trail.
After we turned around we could see the monster about 50 feet back. Standing there in the middle of the trail was the biggest Wild Chicken I had ever seen. She had her hands on her hips and she was clucking mad. Her feathers were puffed out and she looked like she could be carrying bar bells. She stood there a few seconds in defiance and then disappeared into the brush. Brandy was closest, Tempest was next then Rico and I on down the trail. All three horses let out a sigh in unison and dropped their heads to relax. Of course they were at least three seconds ahead of us, and then we in turn began to relax and laugh.
As we gathered our wits and put the pieces together, Mary told us what she saw from the back. Rico and Tempest froze and their heads shot up in unison. Then that little hen jumped right up into Rico’s face. Rico and Tempest turned in beautiful unison and Rico flew past everyone. Tempest almost plowed into Brandy who was just starting her turn. Mary doesn’t think Brandy even saw what was happening until the other two had flipped ends. The hen didn’t just jump up at us, she was in hot pursuit for a few paces so all three horses were getting out of the way as fast as they could.
Needless to say, nobody wanted to go first past that spot to go home, but Rico inched his way ahead and The Killer Wild Chicken was long gone. He looked for her all the way down the hill as the bushes and trees swayed and moved and squeaked. As the wind subsided and we got off the ridge, his fears also subsided.
We walked into the yard like worn out nags. What a ride!!
I don’t know how Brandy, Rico, and Tempest look back on their experience, but Mary, Kathy, and I just shake our head and laugh out loud.
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