I did a really dumb thing this afternoon. I went riding on a huge thoroughbred needing manners. So I saddle up with my heavy western stock saddle, riding PSK, coat and as an afterthought my Wiggy bag to have one more item for him to think about. I scribble a "float plan" on the barn bulletin board and ride out into 600 acres of Oak woodland. There are thingies in the woods <img src="images/graemlins/shocked.gif" alt="" />and my gallant steed thought 6 deer were out to get him. He went north. I went south, as did my bag on breakaway strings. I find I cannnot move my right arm. I have broken ribs, pulled muscles and pinched nerves. I grab the bag and somehow crawl into it ( insist on big zippers.) I blow my whistle ( ouch) and flash my light. Finally one of the boarders drives close enough to spot me ( horses eating their dinner with a saddle on are a minor sign of trouble.) I will recover, and practicing left hand use. Sometimes the least glamorous piece of gear is the most needed <img src="images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />