Saving your life or just reacting on instinct, who cares, both of you are safe, which is fantastic
My old boy may have saved my life once.
I was out up bush looking for some stray cattle that missed the muster. We'd been travelling for about 3 hours, mainly walking because of the rough terrain, and i was chatting to him the whole way (i swear he used to just tune me out sometimes lol). anyway, with stomach grumbling, i said "how bout some lunch mate?".
He was used to these words and knew exactly what was going to happen. anyway, i started looking around for a good picnic spot, found one and started walking him over to it. just as i had taken my foot out of the stirrup to swing off, he started dancing around. i abandoned my dismount, didn't bother to collect my stirrup again and tried to settle him down. suddenly he lunged forward (massive cat-leap style) just about unseating me, spun around, backed up about 20 strides and then stopped and put his nose down to grass. i called him every name under the sun, until i look back to my 'perfect picnic spot' to find a black snake curled up on the other side of the log i was planning on sitting on. i would have stood on it if i'd climbed off!
so yeah, i reckon he saved my life.
god i miss that old coot!