Post by step on Jun 7, 2015 21:11:08 GMT
Was a nice warm ride dragged a friend round whos horribly slow mainly because she yammers on constantly and hasn't ridden in ages.
Very much a stop start, I start stop wait for her to catch up etc, but main event of the day was coming across a group of horse riders one of them called down to us as we rode toward them asking us to get off and walk as one of the horses was tangled in barbed wire.
She then asked if either of use had some wire cutters, luckily I did jumped off the bike and walked up the trail to them to find this poor horse half stuck in a ditch with barbed with all rounds its front legs and blood anywhere. She was only a young mare recently broken in and had been spooked by a golf ball whizzing across her as the trail runs beside a large golf course reared lobbed the rider and bounded off into a patch of ferns an coming back onto the trail got snarled up in them. Inn all I ended up cutting about four lots of cable with the rider and her friends teasing it out of the horses legs and belly.
What made matters worse were the golfers who refused to stop playing because they were in a competition whilst we were freeing the horse a number of times as the whacked the ball off somewhere and the horse got more and more spooked.
Eventually got her free and as the golfers had buggered off we stop an chatted while they waited for the horse box to be moved closer. Looking at the fencing turns out most of its fallen down bases rotted out from the posts me and one of the girls ended up shoving a load of them back over which had fallen onto the trail just so they were a bit safer.
Swapped contact details yadda yadda and just as we were leaving some fat bloke on a golf cart rolled up asking if we had got the horse off their course yet. Came to the conclusion from that golfers generally appear to be pricks.
On the plus side I did get the number of a rather nice looking horse rider who wants to get me a drink as a thankyou
Very much a stop start, I start stop wait for her to catch up etc, but main event of the day was coming across a group of horse riders one of them called down to us as we rode toward them asking us to get off and walk as one of the horses was tangled in barbed wire.
She then asked if either of use had some wire cutters, luckily I did jumped off the bike and walked up the trail to them to find this poor horse half stuck in a ditch with barbed with all rounds its front legs and blood anywhere. She was only a young mare recently broken in and had been spooked by a golf ball whizzing across her as the trail runs beside a large golf course reared lobbed the rider and bounded off into a patch of ferns an coming back onto the trail got snarled up in them. Inn all I ended up cutting about four lots of cable with the rider and her friends teasing it out of the horses legs and belly.
What made matters worse were the golfers who refused to stop playing because they were in a competition whilst we were freeing the horse a number of times as the whacked the ball off somewhere and the horse got more and more spooked.
Eventually got her free and as the golfers had buggered off we stop an chatted while they waited for the horse box to be moved closer. Looking at the fencing turns out most of its fallen down bases rotted out from the posts me and one of the girls ended up shoving a load of them back over which had fallen onto the trail just so they were a bit safer.
Swapped contact details yadda yadda and just as we were leaving some fat bloke on a golf cart rolled up asking if we had got the horse off their course yet. Came to the conclusion from that golfers generally appear to be pricks.
On the plus side I did get the number of a rather nice looking horse rider who wants to get me a drink as a thankyou
