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Had an intersting day today. More so than I would have liked. Its another good story to answer why I carry knives and multi tools all the time though so I thought I'd share.
Most of you know already that I have horses. We had them all turned out today and wouldn't you know, with no warning at all one of the young stallions decided all the sudden he was interested in girls. He's only 2, so this hadn't been an issue yet and aside from seperate pastures we hadn't had to make any real special arrangements on turning them out.
Well it seems that not only did he decide the ladies were intersting all the sudden, he decided he couldn't live without a visit and tried to jump a fence. He dang near made it too. Close doesn't count in this case though and being a little guy he got hung upside down by his hind legs across the top of the fence.
Lucky for him my dad and I were only about 150 yards away and saw it happen. I jumped a fence and ran over to see what I could do. He was fighting pretty hard and there was no chance of me lifting his whole hindquarters over the fence. So since it was woven wire, out came the gerber 600 multi tool and I starting clipping wire. This is heavy stuff, probably 10 gauge wire, and its hardened. I popped my way all the way from top to bottom of the fence at the post on his left, which lowered him down to the ground. He was still fighting to get up, but wasn't free of the fence yet so I had to go around to his head and pin it down with my knee while I cut the other side of the fence at the post on his right. That kept him from thrashing around, and he layed there surprisingly calm. My dad caught up and pulled the wire from around his legs after I got enough cut loose from the post and once that was done I let him up, expecting the worst.
I didnt think he'd even try to get up, was afraid he'd broke a leg or something. He laid there a second got his feet underneath himself and jumped right up. I took that as a good sign. Then, wouldn't you know it, he shook himself off and took off at a dead run for the mares in the far end of the pasture before I could even get ahold of him!
I guess we know that the cuts and bruises weren't the main thing on his mind still
Luckily he slowed down, and I got ahold of him nd put him back in the barn. He's got a few good scrapes, but nothing really major. Not even that lame right now.
You can't even beleive how glad I am that I had my gerber on me and didn't have to go hunting something to cut him loose with!
My lucky pliars didn't survive though :grumpy: . Cutting the last strand of wire must have cracked the jaws. I tried to bend a peice of wire back against a post with them, cleaning the mess up when it was all done, and the jaws popped off like glass. So I'll be hunting up a replacement in the near future. Oh well, they were about 5 years old and had been through more baling hay and straw, and outright abuse than I ever expected them to survive anyhow.
Most of you know already that I have horses. We had them all turned out today and wouldn't you know, with no warning at all one of the young stallions decided all the sudden he was interested in girls. He's only 2, so this hadn't been an issue yet and aside from seperate pastures we hadn't had to make any real special arrangements on turning them out.
Well it seems that not only did he decide the ladies were intersting all the sudden, he decided he couldn't live without a visit and tried to jump a fence. He dang near made it too. Close doesn't count in this case though and being a little guy he got hung upside down by his hind legs across the top of the fence.
Lucky for him my dad and I were only about 150 yards away and saw it happen. I jumped a fence and ran over to see what I could do. He was fighting pretty hard and there was no chance of me lifting his whole hindquarters over the fence. So since it was woven wire, out came the gerber 600 multi tool and I starting clipping wire. This is heavy stuff, probably 10 gauge wire, and its hardened. I popped my way all the way from top to bottom of the fence at the post on his left, which lowered him down to the ground. He was still fighting to get up, but wasn't free of the fence yet so I had to go around to his head and pin it down with my knee while I cut the other side of the fence at the post on his right. That kept him from thrashing around, and he layed there surprisingly calm. My dad caught up and pulled the wire from around his legs after I got enough cut loose from the post and once that was done I let him up, expecting the worst.
I didnt think he'd even try to get up, was afraid he'd broke a leg or something. He laid there a second got his feet underneath himself and jumped right up. I took that as a good sign. Then, wouldn't you know it, he shook himself off and took off at a dead run for the mares in the far end of the pasture before I could even get ahold of him!


Luckily he slowed down, and I got ahold of him nd put him back in the barn. He's got a few good scrapes, but nothing really major. Not even that lame right now.
You can't even beleive how glad I am that I had my gerber on me and didn't have to go hunting something to cut him loose with!
My lucky pliars didn't survive though :grumpy: . Cutting the last strand of wire must have cracked the jaws. I tried to bend a peice of wire back against a post with them, cleaning the mess up when it was all done, and the jaws popped off like glass. So I'll be hunting up a replacement in the near future. Oh well, they were about 5 years old and had been through more baling hay and straw, and outright abuse than I ever expected them to survive anyhow.