Long, long ago, I am young and new to this stable.
They tell me to take the black colt out to turnout, the first paddock off to the right.
I get him haltered and he is obviously full of it.
All lead ropes are plain ones, no chain ones, so I assume they don’t use those, but horse acts like it may need one, he seems fresh and not very responsive.
We walk nicely down the aisle and 20’ in the gravel outside, he takes a huge jump sideways and practically jumps back on top of me, then rears high, high up and paws at me.
I raise my hands and wave rope at him.
As he comes down, his front leg gets caught in the rope and loops around it and he measures his length flat out on the ground, his leg taken away from him, tripping him.
I get him up, look him all over carefully and he seems fine, a few scuffs on his pretty shiny black hide, but he is quiet now, his ears at half mast and his head low.
We walk oh so very nicely to the paddock, turn him out without any more hijinks.
During the time I had in that stable, he was a soft, nice puppy dog to me.
He decided I may be a small human, but had super powers over mere colts.
Later I found out he was horrible for others and they thought someone else had warned me, why they didn’t that morning.
I don’t recommend throwing a horse down, but when it happens and horse thinks you did it, well, that one time, on that colt, it worked.