Oh yes, my pony took a sharp turn off a footbridge and caught my knee in the process. He proceeded to bomb up the field with me crying and hanging on at the same time. Loved that pony . Current pony has rather better manners and will stop when asked.
I used to have a section D who would rub you into every fence post he could! My friends in the yard would laugh as they heard' trot on, trot on, trot on- NOOOOO not the fence, arrrrgh!' So yes I feel your pain. Hope your knee is better soon.
Ow! You've just made me have a flashback. Out riding on a borrowed horse. He charged straight at a tree. Turned his head and applied leg aid to try and move his bum round. Failed. Rode knee first into a bloody big tree. That hurt!
My first pony did that out hunting (the once and only time I took him!). I couldn't stop and he rushed through a gateway banging my knee at a canter, and I still couldn't stop. I thought I'd broken my kneecap and he was still hurtling across the next fields. Little swine. It was over 30 years ago and I can still remember how it hurt! And the bruise.
Big Baby cob almost did this to me today with a bloody great tree, trying not to get his feet muddy. Then he helpfully swiped me through a holly bush. Then we had a lesson and when asked how he was going today, all I could think of to say was 'he's being a bit of an arse'.
I got fed into a gatepost knee first on my second ride back in the saddle after cracking my tibia hopping off a mounting block after forgetting to tighten my girth , when the horse moved away .
Ended up having to go to A and E as it started turning black with huge bruising , only to find I’d cracked that one too . Another six weeks in plaster and then crutches . And it was the same doctor who saw me , and the same nurse that plastered me . They told me to give up horses !
I wouldn’t mind if I’d been doing something dramatic like x country , but to break my legs first at at a standstill , and then at a walk , well that’s embarrassing.
Years ago my pony unexpectedly turned off the path and walked straight through a thick hedge. A horizontal branch caught me across the chest and pushed me back over his bottom and onto the floor, badly winding me.