We had a load of three and four year old horses arrive from the big National Hunt slurs in Eire. I am fairly sure there were sixteen of them from different trainers.
They were all 16 hands + and apart from the sales catalog we knew nothing about them. They all lunged, as they had to for vetting prior to the sales. What was written in the catalog was always taken with a pinch of salt as often it wou,d say, "Will be quietly ridden about the farm until the time of sales," and when you tacked it up it exploded and had obviously never had a saddle on before! Some had obviously been ridden.
A card was put up by their stable door saying their breeding and the (race) trainer they came from.
As with the norm there were several horses by the same sire, and one in particular, stamped his stock well.
I had been home for a wedding and on my return Mary, my boss, and another girl helping us with the breaking, had ridden two of the bunch out over e weekend. They went out on those two horses and I worked one of the others in the arena.
I finished working him and decided to rode one of the others that had been broken before arriving. I tacked him up, took him to the mounting block and mounted. His back went up a bit, then a bit more then an explosion, all the way down the drive onto the lane. This was encouraged by horses in the paddocks either some of the drive.
It was a tad 'hairy' but we both survived. When I got back Mary was laughing, un beknown to me she had swapped two horses over, I was on one that had only been lunged and not even driven out and about.
Didn't do him any harm, he was named Esther Ness, won several races including the Grand National that wasn't. (The race was stopped by the starter three times though some of the jockeys didn't realise the second time and continued.)