Mine is definitely my gelding, Rocky. My mother saw an ad on facebook for a perfect horse, only for sale because the owner switched jobs. We went to look at him and it went horribly. The lady (who, in all honesty didn't know left from right when it came to horses) had 4 inch shanks on him (while trail riding), and she just tore at his face. And boy was he naughty. His behavior was my fault to begin with, since I pulled back slightly to steady him as I was mounting. . . much too hard, since I didn't see the harsh bit in his mouth. He's a former barrel horse, so he got 'revved' up almost to a boiling point, since he was ready to go and I was not. This lady had a horse for every gait and he was the galloper, so I mean he was used to just running constantly. I've never been afraid around horses, but Rocky unsettled me. (Proof: before this guy I rode an 18hh Percheron and a very naughty Haflinger with a passion for bucking.) I was ready to dismount to attempt to settle him down, but I was having trouble keeping him steady enough to get off, so the lady told me to "pull on his face until he can't breathe". My mother and I discussed whether or not we were going to get him, on the way home. Surprisingly, I really wanted him. Despite his behavior, I felt a special connection with him, and I knew that he was not a bad horse. I am so glad I trusted my instinct! We put him in a hackamore and he turned out to be the most amazing horse I've ever come by. Once with people who treated him nicely and actually allowed him to walk when being ridden, he showed himself to be a highly trained horse with a willingness to please. So, the moral of the story is this: Never judge a horse by its first ride.