Just last night I was out riding with my Sister-in-law, almost home, turned in the saddle talking to her when my mule spooked at something. He whirled to the left and back while I went over the front. It happened so quick I didn't have time to do anything but duck my head and luckily landed on my hip and shoulder in the gravel road. Worst damage is the burn on my hand from the rein pulling through. We've been through that spot hundreds of times, between my Brother's commodity shed and a feedlot for dry cows so it was familiar country for him. I'm guessing some coons busted out of the weeds or something at that time of the evening.
The mule has been a good one and this is the first time I've seen anything like this out of him. Cindy was on a 3 year old, green broke, high strung, trouble maker who didn't even flinch. Goes to show they can all cause trouble at some point.
