Faye, really?? Killed me? If that is the case then he must be a true glue factory horse! (that's a joke...and no, he would not of killed me...he would have been dog tired at the end of the first day though...as would've I) .
No you wouldnt have, you would at the least have been in hospital if you took your normal approach with him. Most people have told me to have him shot and the BEST trainer in the UK who only ever takes on RANK and problem horses took 9 weeks to even have him walking and trotting under saddle (and yes he originaly went away for 6 weeks I was wanting w,t,c under saddle, took 9 weeks and only w,t achieved but I'm well versed enough in horses to know when it goes wrong it takes more time)
To give you an idea of the horses my trainer takes on, she only ever has 3 in at a time, when Reeco was there the 2 others that were there were a 16.2hh warmblood with potential to go to 3* eventing (international level) that a major international rider had brought in to her, they couldnt break it in (and they have broken some quirky stuff in) and when they tried to long rien it, it bolted out through the wall of the indoor school, through the closed gate, 6 miles up the A62 (dual carriage way with 70mph limit) bounced off several cars along the way and ended up in a field bound up in its lines and still thrashing, as it was so valuable that at this point they sent it to my trainer.
The other horse she had there was 15.2hh and had taken to throwing itself over backwards everytime it was asked to do anything.
My horse often tried to kill himself rather than cooperate with us. He galloped head first into a brick wall the first time a saddle was put on him, fracturing his skull. My trainer has 10ft panels on her round pen, he tried to go over the top of them and then through them (and succeeded in going through).
He was not dangerous to handle on the floor in any way shape or form, he could be handled by small children, he was bitted and he lunged like a dream before he was sent to her. He was not spoilt as I can't stand spoilt horses, he wouldnt dream of coming for you with feet or hooves, infact i'm fairly sure it never crossed his mind that he could.
Now, with a lot of time and patience my horse is out competing at national level and holding his own (well not right this second, right now he is probably engaging in his favorite pasttime or digging himself a wallowing hole and pretending to be a hippo)