Northwolf, I actually have a regular sled without the shafts, too. I like that one a lot better. Especially after today, lol.
We had a moment of excitement that was not good and totally preventable by me. I had Peanut out in the sled and had ground driven him, using him to pull the manure tubs. He has suddenly gotten the notion to back up or pop up when I ask him to stand. I finally figured out it was because I did not have the driving whip to cue him, so I got it and lo and behold, Peanut stands perfectly. Issue solved and everybody's happy.
So after I drove him a bit, I pull him up near the barn and Dan and I start to tweak the shafts to get them level while he is quiet (jokes on me) so I am standing directly behind the sled so can tell Dan when he has the shafts even and I am holding the lines and Dan is leveling the shafts and all was right with the world, UNTIL, a squirrel jumped out of a tree. I saw it coming in slow motion and stepped to go to Peanut's head just as he saw it and he bolted, ripping the ends of the lines away from me and he took off with the sled and everything. He ran like the devil's own device was attached to his back end. The more he ran, the more noise it made and the more he ran. And I was thinking I ruined my pony.
Fortunately,he was in the small paddock and Dan muckled onto him. The first thing I did was assess he was in one piece and I immediately got in the sled and moved him off. I did not want him or I to even spend an second longer than we had to thinking about what happened. He trotted off just fine. I then took him in the big field
and went on a long trot. He was good. Really seemed to settle down and was not so goosey and uneasy, it was almost like all the running with the sled clanking behind him desensitized him better than I ever could.
I am pretty mad at myself that I put him in a bad spot. The first thing I was taught about driving was to never leave their head when out of the cart. It was drilled into me, and the one time I didn't do it, I got into a mess. I should've been heading him while Dan was tinkering with him. I hope he is forgiving enough to put it behind him. He seemed to be.
We had a moment of excitement that was not good and totally preventable by me. I had Peanut out in the sled and had ground driven him, using him to pull the manure tubs. He has suddenly gotten the notion to back up or pop up when I ask him to stand. I finally figured out it was because I did not have the driving whip to cue him, so I got it and lo and behold, Peanut stands perfectly. Issue solved and everybody's happy.
So after I drove him a bit, I pull him up near the barn and Dan and I start to tweak the shafts to get them level while he is quiet (jokes on me) so I am standing directly behind the sled so can tell Dan when he has the shafts even and I am holding the lines and Dan is leveling the shafts and all was right with the world, UNTIL, a squirrel jumped out of a tree. I saw it coming in slow motion and stepped to go to Peanut's head just as he saw it and he bolted, ripping the ends of the lines away from me and he took off with the sled and everything. He ran like the devil's own device was attached to his back end. The more he ran, the more noise it made and the more he ran. And I was thinking I ruined my pony.
Fortunately,he was in the small paddock and Dan muckled onto him. The first thing I did was assess he was in one piece and I immediately got in the sled and moved him off. I did not want him or I to even spend an second longer than we had to thinking about what happened. He trotted off just fine. I then took him in the big field
and went on a long trot. He was good. Really seemed to settle down and was not so goosey and uneasy, it was almost like all the running with the sled clanking behind him desensitized him better than I ever could.
I am pretty mad at myself that I put him in a bad spot. The first thing I was taught about driving was to never leave their head when out of the cart. It was drilled into me, and the one time I didn't do it, I got into a mess. I should've been heading him while Dan was tinkering with him. I hope he is forgiving enough to put it behind him. He seemed to be.