I don't remember how many horses we've had through the years, always kept outside. One major injury and we have no idea how it happened.

One time we picked up an unbroken 8 year old gelding from a guy that was cognitively delayed or whatever the term is nowadays. You would not have believed this place. There were mounds 3 feet high of broken up cement everywhere, Bit posts with SPIKES sticking out of them standing here and there in the paddock-type area, wire, broken gates laying on the ground, tires, a rusted out old truck, pretty much everything. The horse was gorgeous, shiney, not one scratch on him. And he was wilder than shit. We coldn't catch him. So the guy said to him "Sonny get in your house" and the horse RAN into this falling down dilapidated barn and into a corner. That's where the guy always gave him his "food": the guy was feeding him an entire bag of grain every week. The horse, again, was gorgeous. We had to run the damn thing into a ramp and squeeze him into a trailer.

Took him to a trainer and the first day there he cut himself to ribbons: ran through a wooden fence and out into the woods at break-neck speed.