Six years ago I had come back from a season of wildly frustrating shows on the Poopster and was feeling very down about my skills as a rider so one of the trainers at the barn wanted to give me a fun lesson to just bring my spirits up.
She put me on Berrie, a 13.1h pony (I’m 5’8″ on a short day). He was a demon 50% of the time but holy hell could he jump and the plan was to just keep on putting the jumps up until we knocked a rail. We were up to an airy 3’6 vertical and the first time I did it perfectly (well in my memory it was perfect, in reality it was more likely just average haha).
Then we came around to jump it a second time and…
We came in without the right amount of impulsion, clobbered the jump, I rolled off rather clumsily and hopped up ready to get back on and do it again the right way. Except I made a fist and one of my fingers bent the wrong direction. Like instead of curling into a nice fist my ring finger bent at almost a 90 degree angle pointing away from my thumb.
One surgery, five weeks of physical therapy later I was back in the saddle, albeit with a slight twist in the affected finger. To this day I put my contacts in with my left hand and get the most annoying blister on my ring finger where the reins lay. Such an excessive recovery for such a tiny bone. Do not recommend to any of you. Don’t break your finger, but if you do, be sure and get it on video, because this two second clip has never stopped making me laugh.