Well, Sally, I have to admit: the horses that threw me were all pretty green and each time it was because I made a stupid mistake; I knew better, but I screwed up and got what was coming to me. (I was supposed to be smarter than them, but you couldn't always tell it! lol)

Luckily for both them and me, they ultimately had a better trainer than I could ever have hoped to be; I was just "the flunky" who helped put in the required hours on their backs. lol

I daresay, they all turned out to be wonderfully trust-worthy partners. Beautiful creatures with big hearts. I miss them. (But not as much as I miss their patient & knowledgeable old trainer - my dad.)

I suspect most cavalrymen were pretty dad-gummed good horsemen as well as trainers; and that's how they managed their mounts despite the understandably frightening noise.

Regards,
Pen