My worst lesson was when my old instructor sat us all down and said we were going to work on show practice because she wanted to bring us to the local fair to show the horses. Well she said we are going to be working on neck-reining, keeping the head low, stopping quick, slow gaits, etc.
So we went into the arena...I was riding Sonny and we were going fairly well, but the head low concept he didn't really get because I was originally teaching him to keep his neck up high because I wanted to do dressage with him (never worked out lol)
Anyways, the instructor kept yelling at me to get his head down, but try as I might, he would not.
Then we started working on slow gaits....well since Sonny had some grain before I rode, he waws crazzzy and did not want to go slow. I circled him, I halt halted, I stopped him and backed him up....but he still wanted to go. The instructor started yelling at me for going too fast.
So the day ended with the instructor yelling at me because my horse did nothing correct besides stopping quickly. At the end she brought all the girls again and explained how to get the horse's head down low, and to get a slow trot/canter.
In all, she said the only way to get the horse's head down was to force it down with a really tight training fork....and the only way to get a slow trot was to see-saw their mouth until they do
Yeah I ended up just saying I'm going to the pasture to ride and I left lol.
The worst ride I had with Sonny was probably the one day that he spooked at everything. He spooked at his shadow...the horse, Star, behind me snorting. A horse cantering passed him. The evil blood sucking bird that was dying. Everything lol
Yeah he was a spooker