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Posts in January 2012

HAT HAIR

Last 4th of July my horse acted up and bucked me off and I landed on my head in the gravel. Luckily I was wearing my Spirit helmet or I wouldn't of been able to write you and thank-you for such a tough safety helmet.

I received a severe concusion and tore the nerve from my eyes to my brainstem. So now I can't see very well and have double vision so I can't drive or do some things I use to do alone. My helmet didn't crack or at least I don't see any cracks, would you recommend a new helmet after an accident ? I'm a big believer in a helmet after what happened when before I never wanted to mess up my hair . So now strap on the helmet and live a longer life !!

Your product is a true lifesaver and no one should ride without one...Thank you!

Thank you for saving my 10 year old daughters life

Thank you, Thank you for saving my 10 year old daughters life. She was riding in early November and was thrown from her horse and landed on the back or her head/back and shattered the back of her helmet and all the bracing on the interior of the helmet.

She was not seriously injured, just a sore neck and back. We are so thankful she was wearing your helmet and will always wear your brand whenever she rides. Thank God she is ok and continues to ride. Thank you for such an excellent product! We have the helmet to remind other children she rides with how important is to take saftey first.

The helmet that inspired a Western Safety Stirrup!

My name is Tim Harvey. I own and operate Western Safety Stirrups, LLC with my friend and partner Robert Oaks. I want to share how I came to invent our Western Safety Stirrups and why Troxel Helmets made that possible...

2 1/2 years ago I was riding in the mountains where I live on my mustang Atlantico. Tico for short. Tico was still pretty green at the time but I had ridden him in many different situations including a 4th of July parade. Though he was nervous at times as mustangs oftimes are due to their heightened sense of self preservation, he had never offered a buck or to run off. I did not think this ride would be any different than others I had taken with Tico leading up to this one. I was riding with my wife Trudy and our friend and neighbor Sally Moulton. We had ridden quite high up a mountain through an area that had been recently logged.

We live in the White Mountains of New Hampshire and the terrain here can be very rugged, especially in logged areas with logging operation remnants with lots of slash and skidder tracks. We came to an especially steep section with a large log over the trail. Tico stepped over the log with his front feet and the log was literally against his belly. When he stepped over with his last back foot, he stepped on a branch that came up and jabbed him in the belly! It was simply too much for him. He blew up and began wildly bucking down the hillside.

Now, I'm a pretty fair rider but I don't know anyone who could have stuck to Tico on that ride! It was as steep as the scene in Man from Snowy River but my horse was bucking! Even Jim Craig could not have stayed on this one though! I was thrown quickly but my left foot was caught in my stirrup. Attached by my left foot, I was repeatedly slammed into the ground like a cracked whip as Tico bucked and careened down the slope. I bounced off rocks, stumps, logs, etc. Luckily I was knocked out on my first impact with the ground so did not feel the terror my poor wife and friend experienced watching this all unfold. After several bucks, my foot dislodged and Tico and I finally and thankfully parted company. Trudy looked down the slope and I lay on the mountainside in a motionless heap. Trudy thought for sure I was dead!

For the moment, I was blissfully unaware of her terror. My first recollection as I came too was hearing a faroff gurgling sound with a roaring sound in the background. I was on my back and Trudy was kneeling next to me. She was talking and obviously trying to keep me still but I could not hear her words over that strange sound. I slowly began to realize the sound was emminating from me as my body tried to get air into my lungs through the blood in my mouth and throat! I was literally choking on my own blood! With Trudy's help I managed to roll over a bit and curled into a ball with my knees underneath me. Blood was streaming from my nose and mouth.

After what seemed an eternity of trying, I finally managed to get some much needed air into my lungs. But it was overwhelmingly painful to breathe! As I became more aware of what had happened my thoughts turned to Tico. Where was he? Was he OK? My first uttered words were to ask about Tico! Trudy assured me he was all right and standing just a short distance down the hill. As I aired up and became more conscious, the pain began to set in with a vengence. I began to consider my predicament. I was 2 or 3 miles from the nearest driveable road and I knew I was seriously injured. I did not know it at the time but I had 8 broken ribs, a severe concussion, my lower lip was almost torn off, my left leg was sprained in almost every joint. I had cuts, bruises and contusions everywhere on my body. It would take many stitches in the hospital to close the wounds to my lip and face.

There is no cell service up where we were and there was no way I was getting back on a horse. I would have to get out of the woods with help from Trudy and Sally or wait hours for help to arrive. Our trailer was several miles away in the opposite direction of the nearest road which was a 2+ mile walk down a logging trail. Trudy and Sally discussed our predicament and it was decided that Sally would ride to get the trailer and would meet us on the dirt road at the end of the logging trail. Trudy helped me to my feet and I leaned on Tico for support. With many stops and lots of help and encouragement from Trudy, we walked down that logging road to rendezvous with Sally and get to the nearest emergency room.. The entire time, as I made my way on that longest of walks, a single thought washed in and out of my brain like waves lapping on a beach. That if I did not have my Troxel Sierra helmet on, I would not be making this walk! Mt head involuntarily would go to the helmet still on my head. I could feel the damage to the helmet and thought about what might have been! That helmet stayed on my head until I was at the hosital emergency room and the doctor removed it when I was exrayed! After that crash, I tried to figure out what happened and what I could do differently to avoid accidents and injuries like this in the furure. I came to realize that accidents can and will happen. We cannot prevent the unexpected. What we CAN do is prepare ourselves as best we can to prevent an injury with the right protective gear. My Sierra helmet saved my life. Of that there is no doubt. It was crushed and broken where I impacted the ground as Tico's bucks slammed me into the ground head first! Without that protection, it would have been my skull that was crushed and broken.

I thought about the fact that my foot got caught in my stirrup not allowing me to get free of Tico. This entrapment resulted in me getting dragged down the mountain. I thought why aren't there safety stirrups for western riders like there are for English riders? It did not make sense. Trudy rides in an English saddle pretty much exclusively. She is about the best rider I have ever known and she NEVER rides without peacock stirrups on her English saddle! I looked for a safety stirrup appropriate for my western saddle. There was very little available and nothing that was simple. What was available was either VERY expensive, unattractive or simply not an option. Most were breakaway designs which I feel are dangerous in their own right! Who wants to ride with stirrups that are designed to disconnect from your saddle? That simply does not make sense to me! I determined to design a true Western Safety Stirrup that would be aestetically pleasing, provide a safe release in almost any situation and be acceptable, affordable and available to all western riders. After all, what good would a safety stirrup be if most people cannot afford it or won't put it on their saddle because it detracts from the aestetic so important to many of today's riders.

I think we accomplished our goal admirably with the Free Ride Western Safety Stirrup! Our safety stirrup would not be available today if it were not for my Troxel Sierra helmet! So now, I have head to toe protection. Every ride...every stride! I have a Troxel Sierra helmet on my head and my feet in Free Ride Safety Stirrups! Thank you Troxel! Your product saved my life and I hope to return the favor by helping to save others with our Free Ride Safety Stirrups!

Arena footing can take you by surprise

It was a quite Sunday evening that I chose to take my Japanese exchange student for a ride. We had the covered arena all to ourselves and as I was saddling up my Standardbred gelding for our ride I sized up my friends head for a helmet. I had to show her how to properly wear it as she was attempting to perch the helmet on the back of her head so not to crush her perfectly groomed bangs. My friend rode first while I glanced around the arena for garbage & debris pick-up as our arena was covered, it was not enclosed and the recent rain storm had blown in some bailing twine and stray branches into the arena. I noticed a few wet spots but didn't think anything of it. My student wanted to see me take my horse through his paces as she was only able to walk-trot. So I hoped on and began to go through a level 1 dressage pattern. We made it through the 1st half and I'd just picked up the canter to begin a circle when we hit a wet spot in the arena.

All I remember was my horses head coming up and his backside completely falling out from underneath me. I don't know how long I was out, but my trusty steed wasn't moving and was lying on top of me. My head was throbbing and I couldn't see straight. My friend was in a state of shock and I don't remember hearing anything, and she wasn't rushing to my side to help either. I don't remember how I got up, my horse unsaddled or how on earth I made it home, but I do remember the half-inch gash just above the visor on my Troxel helmet.

After explaining the fall to my doctor and showing him the helmet, he said it saved my life. All I walked away with was a mild concussion and bruising on my leg. My horse lucked out too and didn't have a scratch on him, just a little sore in his back for a few weeks. I am so thankful I was wearing my helmet and I still faithfully wear one every time I ride. I don't remember seeing the wet spot in the arena as I was riding, but upon later inspection the following day other riders told me there was a skid mark in the corner resembling a sliding stop. The trainer at the barn inspected the arena carefully and determined that there was not enough fill dirt in the arena and the hard clay underneath was saturated with water from the rains; it was just a matter of time before a horse went down.

Head Banging and Not in a Good Way

Several years ago I was jumping a 4 year old Appendix just like I had many times before. He was mad. I was insistent. After the last jump he took off...we were a hot mess of trouble coming around fast.

I eventually lost my balance, ricocheted off the fence, only to land directly by his left front hoof. Helmet and hoof were touching. Thank goodness he did not move. We got our wits about us and I took off my helmet to check it out. Impressive!! Hairline crack on the outer shell. That could have been my head!!

That Troxel helmet saved my life. I am religious about wearing my helmet every ride now no matter what anyone else says or if the group I am with is not wearing helmets. I ride western now and have the Dakota which again saved me during a fall not two weeks ago. Freak accident....but that is what helmet safety is about! You never know what might happen out there! Thanks for making the best helmet available and affordable!!

The ground hurts.

I was training my mustang mare, Sierra, earlier. She needs a lot of work done and I started over the weekend. So far she hadn't even offered to buck or spook at anything and I was feeling fairly confident. She was a but stubborn at first but we got going alright until something caused her to freak out. I held on as long as I could but my balance isn't always the best. I fell on my back and hit my head pretty hard. My foot and shoulder took a good bit of bruising but I made it through.