My experiences with horses were all with someone elses animal. I took care of a doctor's horses for 2 weeks when I was 15, and my experience began at 5:00 in the morning, the time the good doc insisted I should have the hay burners out of their stalls, with the Stallion refusing to budge, and when I walked around back, barefoot and in a pair of boxers, and gave him a smack on his ass, his tail went up and he let a fart that blew my hair back-I ran out of the barn screaming, and showered for 20 minutes, brushing my teeth for the same time while showering.
Another horse got me between a Lester building and itself (I wasn't on the nag) and decided to play a game best called "squish". Been bit twice, had a friends 40 year old sway backed nag knock me on my ass when I opened the electric fence to pheasant hunt on the pasture on the other side of it ("why didn't you shoot the SOB", he tells me, "I hate that horse") and had a horse I was riding fall several times on a western hunting trip on flat ground-my guide says "Don't worry, he's much better in the mountains". I said, "You ride him, then". He didn't fall when the guide was on his back.
Where others see romantic sunset rides on calm, beautiful animals, I see hooved, 1200 pound devils, that I always encounter when I've mis-placed my .375 H & H flanged magnum bolt rifle.
Jeeps are wonderful things.
Best,
Ted