Tom, when I first had him, did all he could to either drop me or frighten me into dismounting. It never worked and, after a few weeks, he wears much better and I could pony from him.
His owner and I had been out Fox Hunting and had a good active day, next day I only needed to give the two a good leg stretch. They had different ideas and were acting like they had been shut in formsox weeks and this was the first day out.
Me being me just kicked on and ended up taking them some distance. Tom was an idiot but not disrespectful. After a good hour of fairly fast work and several 'incidents' I was heading home. I opened and closed a gate leading into a field that had had kale for the dairy cows growing in it. It was muddy and the track along the bottom sloppy liquid gloop. When doing the gate Melody was on my right, the lower side of the track. I started to canter and as we headed towards the gate I took a haul on the reins knowing that Tom had every intention of jumping it. At this point Melody nipped him, as I was coming back into the saddle he bucked bringing his back end up and stopped dead. I was booted back out the saddle, dropped Melody who galloped off up the hill,. I was catapulted over Tom's neck. I must have done a hand stand on his neck and I ended up standing facing him.
What had me in stitches was the look on his face, he was so shocked that I was on the deck. Having tried all he knew and failed all he had done was hump amd stop and I had dismounted.
Melody came galloping back having got down and rolled both sides whilst out of sight!
The liquid gloop had splashed up between my legs so I had a very uncomfortable ride home.