I almost lost my gelding this weekend. Deacon escaped from our campsite at dusk, crossed a highway, and made it more than 5 miles before he stopped in a yard and some teenagers caught him.
We were camping alone in the national forest and I had made plans to meet up with some locals from the area (approx 2 hours away from my home) for an endurance training ride. Deacon was reaching under his electric pen for grass and must have got zapped. He shot forward at a gallop heading towards the highway. In a panic, I called the two people I knew and they called some people. One woman found his tracks and probably would have caught up with him eventually, but the teenagers called their aunt who had horses and someone had called her about Deacon. She came to find me and I followed her to the house. I picked him up at midnight. I am thankful for all of the strangers who came out to search in the dark. I didn't even know where to start looking. For safety and so we could sleep, I removed the divider and locked him in the trailer for the rest of the night. Deacon and I would not like to repeat that experience! -Kristen in Michigan
