Scary horse stories, just in time for Halloween.

scary horse stories

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The horse was scared of carrots. Not any carrots…only carrots that still had the carrot tops on. At least that is how the story goes. The trainer didn’t believe the owner as the horse seem pretty reasonable in all other respects. But he had to know…

A trip to the store and a few carrots with tops later, it turns out the horse WAS scared of carrots with tops! Ran to the back of the stall when he saw them. Upon further questioning the owner revealed that the horse, the first time he tried a carrot with a top, snatched the greens and pulled hard. This resulted in the carrot swinging and hitting the horse in the head. The horse fled…still carrying the carrot by the top…the carrot swinging wildly…

This can’t be the only ‘scary’ horse story out there. Has your horse ever been scared of something completely silly…at least silly in your opinion?

I’m opening the floor here. Do you have any scary stories involving a horse? Scary horse buying story? Scary horse selling story?

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  1. Summer on November 1, 2014 at 11:07 am

    after a fall trail ride through the crunchy leaves, twiggy trees, and rustling corn stocks I was so proud of my appendix quarter, Maddie. She and I had a wonderful time! We crossed small streams, fallen trunks, and even scurrying animals without the blink of an eye! When we were safely back in the barn I dismounted, untacked, and led Maddie into the arena. I had left myself a plastic bottle of water, knowing I’d be thirsty…
    I didn’t realize it, but as soon as I picked up that water bottle, I guess had put on a Freddie Kruger mask and started running after her with a screeching giggle! Because her head went up, she eyes bugged out, and her nostrils flared… She took off at a dead run to the opposite corner of the arena, all the while keeping an eye on me and my murderous water bottle. We took an extra 45 minutes to talk to the water bottle that day, and Maddie still isn’t fond of it.

  2. Julie Birt on November 1, 2014 at 10:21 am

    Our family’s first horse would not pass the graveyard for my mother. Roxie let everyone else ride pass fine. I had a thourghbred who refused to jump the lavender jump. I learn to show it to Tux before I mounted and schooled over it. Though I was late one day, and didn’t get to school, well you can guess what happened. Elvis is our 30 year old “mutt” and as I hear it, he’ll still watch a sailboat like it’s going to shoot at him, to the point of side passing to keep an eye on one. Our youngest project, Appatchie, is paint/work horse breed . I spent two days tacking and untacking… he still spokes at the saddle. 7 years later, the saddle, the stirrups, sadlebags… all scare him. He’s a great horse once someone is in the saddle.

  3. Jane Matocha on November 1, 2014 at 10:10 am

    For my first mare, it was money; specifically dollar bills. First time I pulled a dollar out of my pocket she fled to the back of the stall, shaking. My gelding was nearly bombproof. I rode him through storms, rivers, carnivals, towns, and even a drive-thru McDonalds in Vermont. He only was only well and truly spooked by white gates (the jump kind, not the fence kind) in stadium, and by a run-over, dirty, flat black sock that somehow ended up in the middle of the trail and caught him off guard. He was an opportunist though, and would fake spook to try to get out of the dreaded boring ring work now and then.. A chestnut would fall out of the tree and rustle the leaves when it fell, and there would be a delay that was just half a second too long (while he considered his options) before his fake “Oh, I am afeared!” display. He’d know almost instantly that I wasn’t buying it, and carry on working, but if someone else was aboard, he’d keep up the charade and let them fuss and comfort for as long as he could milk it for.

  4. Betty Bradford on November 1, 2014 at 8:19 am

    My 1700 pd Belgiun Quarter Horse who thinks he is mr.stuff… was calmly eating his grain one afternoon. When suddenly my husband decided to kick the giant pink ball towards the horse.. which mind you had been in their pasture for weeks, and we had played ball with all the horses several times.
    Well he didnt see this Monster ball till it was at him… i have seen a horse jump so high, so fast in my life. I mean literally
    All 4 feet straight up, and Bam!! Gone. That mean old monster Pink Ball done got that big baby!!!!

  5. firnhyde on November 1, 2014 at 2:34 am

    On one of the trails we ride out on, there’s this big concrete block thing next to the path. I’m not even sure what it is, but it must be around two feet square and pretty much the same colour as the rocks and winter grass all around it. This same trail goes past miscellaneous wildlife (including zebra), ditches, rocks, trees, old rusted tanks, houses and pigsties, but all of the horses are way more terrified of the concrete block than of anything else. Nobody knows why.

  6. Barb Riley on November 1, 2014 at 1:01 am

    I decided to see what my Arab, Ace, would do if I played my violin near him. My goal was to eventually play a fiddle tune while riding him. Little did I expect that he would be terrified of the violin and bow that I held. I hadn’t even made a sound yet. He ran to the other end of the pasture when he saw me coming, which is the opposite of what he usually does. So I retreated while playing a tune, just to see what would happen, and his pasture mate, Rhapsody (really!), was fascinated, so I continued to walk away and she followed me, and the other three horses including Ace, fell in behind her and followed me while I played. After days of approach and retreat and petting Ace all over with the fiddle and bow (not my good ones!) and playing near him, I was able to get on him, have someone hand me my violin and away we went. I also discovered he had a definite preference for fiddle tunes over Vivaldi!

  7. Lee on October 31, 2014 at 9:52 pm

    Our appy Aurora was on the lead one day when i came out of the garden, my son asked me to hold the lead. As i was standing there a plastic bag started to come out of my pocket so i grabbed it Aurora reared up and her legs went right over my head as she pulled me and the bag with her. Needless to say we have done alot of work with bags. The other thing is when i would use something to get up on her she would step up on it also. A wooden picnic table she stepped right up on it with me. I tried to use a mound of dirt once and she jumped up there also and knocked me right down. After a lot of work with a trainer who taught us and the horse, Aurora has turned out to be a pretty good horse.

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