The yard owner where I learned to ride in Germany had a Budyonny gelding, who was one of the most fabulous horses I ever met.
Fast, intelligent, agile and footsure, looked like a TB, carried himself like an Andalusian, and jumped like a stag. He would have made an amazing hunter.
A whole bunch of us went for a long hack once, and when one of the girls fell off, my instructor chased the loose horse all the way back to the yard at a flat out gallop, straight through the woods, jumping ditches, fallen logs, dodging trees, and according to her, he never so much as hesitated or stumbled.
I rode him a few times, and I remember the sheer power and athleticism of him scared the bejesus out of me at the time, despite the fact that he never so much as swished his tail.
