Reminded me of a H/J clinic I rode in years ago. Some of our horses were a bit too fresh for the outing. One let go with a “Calgary Stampede” quality buck, unseating the rider rather firmly in the sand, then proceeded to gallop the arena.
My kind soul school horse humped his back and spun right out from under me. I am now in the dirt.
Another rider very quickly and gracefully dismounted as she saw the writing on the wall, much sooner that most of us.
There was one schoolhorse that just stood in the middle of the arena, didn’t move a muscle. The clinician commented, “Now that is the one that would have been eaten by the cougar.”
Then informed those of us that “dismounted”, we owed him a bottle of wine each.
Point being they all have some “spook” in them, they should. It is their instinct. The task seems to be the level of focus we instill in them to continue with their task at hand. I always appreciate a good horse that wants to save his own butt.
“The older I get, the better I used to be, but who the heck cares!”