10/18/2026
POV: You take a client horse out for a nice trail ride and accidentally end up on an equine archaeology expedition. 💀🐴
Yesterday, Mika and I were out riding through the open space when I spotted something on the ground that made me do a double take.
A HORSE JAW.
I’ve ridden through this area several times over the last month, and while this bone had clearly been out there weathering for years, I had never noticed it before.
Obviously, finding one horse jaw meant I had to start looking for the rest of the skull. Because apparently, I have no ability to simply see something interesting and keep riding. 😂
We found several other piles of bones, an old bowling pin—which really added to the overall weirdness of the situation—but no skull.
There was also an unusual oval-shaped area of damage on one side of the jaw. It almost looked like some kind of projectile wound, but without knowing the history of the bone, that’s purely speculation. I would LOVE to know the story behind this old relic.
Meanwhile, Mika was becoming increasingly convinced that we had spent enough time investigating and should probably head home.
As the sun started going down, I got the distinct feeling that our little expedition had overstayed its welcome. So I tucked the jaw bone under my arm, climbed back on, and started heading home.
Mika even threw in a little bolt for good measure, just to make sure I really earned my souvenir. 🤠
Did I make it home with the jaw bone?
Absolutely.
Did I find the skull?
Nope.
Am I going back to look for it?
You bet.
I’ve always loved collecting bones and learning about the stories they can tell. Finding a piece of equine anatomy out on the trail while working with a horse feels like the coolest kind of full-circle moment.
If I can find the rest of the skull, I’d love to use it as an educational tool in my horsemanship program.
Because apparently, around here, even a routine training ride can turn into a field trip.