Stacy Hyatt, Farrier
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On June 12th, our beloved friend and farrier, Stacy Hyatt, suffered a freak horseback riding accident. With a severely broken leg, and a large open wound on her leg, Stacy has already had one surgery and will be having a skin graft surgery soon. It will likely be months before she can get back to work. Large medical bills and no income, will definitely be a hardship for Stacy and her family (daughter and horses)!
Please consider pitching in to help cover her expenses during this tough time.
Thank you, Melissa McKown (her little sister)
A note from Stacy:
"I want to thank all the well wishers and those who have me in their prayers. I've been a horsewoman most of my life, and for those who know me, I enjoy nothing more than having a nice ride. In 35 years, I can only recall one other time I was seriously hurt because of a horse related accident. I'm one to never blame the horse because I know that they are usually innocent of fault. I learned that not thinking about consequences of my actions could lead to injury or death at a pretty young age. At 15 years old, having more experience reading Walter Farley books about wild stallions than riding them, taught me that I shouldn't jump on my young Arabian stallion bareback with nothing more than a halter and lead rope. Especially not to gallop along side the pasture of broodmares... Having lost control and crashing to the ground to see my arm broken. Yes, I wasn't too smart.
I've come a ways from that crazy young girl who would do anything for a thrill to a seasoned and conservative rider, something that happens to you when you realize your own mortality and are a mother. The accident I had several weeks ago, I couldn't foresee the outcome. A fluke and happened so fast that the horse gave me zero warning, flew into reverse and fell down on his haunches. With my feet still in the stirrups, I thought, okay now if he just gets back up off my leg, I'll slide out from under him and get up. Well as soon as I thought it, he got up. Almost before he got to his feet, he broke in half bucking. He spun as he bucked, stepping on me the whole time. I could hear his hooves come so close to my head. All the while, I was thinking," what's wrong boy?" I thought he got stung by bees the way he reacted. I almost lost my life with a horse that I felt a true connection to. God has taught me a lot from this but its all good things. I look forward to getting back to what I love doing and I am so grateful for all of my friends and family who have stepped in to care for me. You are truly loved."
Please consider pitching in to help cover her expenses during this tough time.
Thank you, Melissa McKown (her little sister)
A note from Stacy:
"I want to thank all the well wishers and those who have me in their prayers. I've been a horsewoman most of my life, and for those who know me, I enjoy nothing more than having a nice ride. In 35 years, I can only recall one other time I was seriously hurt because of a horse related accident. I'm one to never blame the horse because I know that they are usually innocent of fault. I learned that not thinking about consequences of my actions could lead to injury or death at a pretty young age. At 15 years old, having more experience reading Walter Farley books about wild stallions than riding them, taught me that I shouldn't jump on my young Arabian stallion bareback with nothing more than a halter and lead rope. Especially not to gallop along side the pasture of broodmares... Having lost control and crashing to the ground to see my arm broken. Yes, I wasn't too smart.
I've come a ways from that crazy young girl who would do anything for a thrill to a seasoned and conservative rider, something that happens to you when you realize your own mortality and are a mother. The accident I had several weeks ago, I couldn't foresee the outcome. A fluke and happened so fast that the horse gave me zero warning, flew into reverse and fell down on his haunches. With my feet still in the stirrups, I thought, okay now if he just gets back up off my leg, I'll slide out from under him and get up. Well as soon as I thought it, he got up. Almost before he got to his feet, he broke in half bucking. He spun as he bucked, stepping on me the whole time. I could hear his hooves come so close to my head. All the while, I was thinking," what's wrong boy?" I thought he got stung by bees the way he reacted. I almost lost my life with a horse that I felt a true connection to. God has taught me a lot from this but its all good things. I look forward to getting back to what I love doing and I am so grateful for all of my friends and family who have stepped in to care for me. You are truly loved."
Organizer
Melissa McKown
Organizer
Santa Paula, CA