My big boys are so calm, my Clyde, and my Walker. I let my 4 year old girl lead them around they are so chill. My other horses, no way I would let her lead them alone. Had all 6 of my horses loose this morning, just following me while I walked, picking my girl up and put her on my shoulders. My Mare Walker is pretty calm, and she likely would not run over my daughter, but the 3 young Clydes, are still a bit rambunctious at times, especially my 1 year old filly Clyde, she doesn't try to be mean, just gets messing around playing and then gets carried away, has actually run into me hard enough to knock me down. Once a Clyde matures by around age 5 or so, they are Bomb proof on the trail, and very gentle. Massive, but gentle. If I want him to back up to hook the log up, all i have to do is look at him, point backwards with my finger, and gently whistle. If I keep pointing and whistling he will keep backing up, I stop, he stops. In fact he is so sure of himself, and unshakeable, i can drive my quad or the skidder right up to him, stop just 2 feet away from running into him, and he calmly stands there. When walking toward him, if he sees me carrying his pulling harness, he runs right at me, stops just a few feet short of mowing me down, and stands there head down while i put the big pull ring over his head, then lifts his head up and waits for me to finishing rigging. He LOVES to pull, and is so happy to drag logs, or whatever. Had to replace my deep well pump a few months ago, I built a tripod, put a pulley on it, tied 4 ropes together and then tied them to him. Had him walk to pull it up, then just stand there for probably a good 45 minutes while hooking up the new pump to everything, then walk backwards 360' to lower it, then just stand while i attached the pump at that depth. Since he really couldn't feel that pump, I knew that didn't really satisfy his desire to work. So i took him down into the woods, dropped a dozen trees, and Skidded them a good long way, so he felt like he had done something. If I work him hard enough, while undoing his rigging he licks my hands and arms, then puts his head on my shoulder as if to say thanks. He loves feeling useful and to work. Got my quad stuck last spring, tried using the wife's 4x4 quad with winch to pull it out, no way. So I walked him down, tied a rope to both, and he pulled out that stuck in bog quad like it weighed 3 lbs and wasn't stuck. The power is immense, can't describe it, but if you folks ever come to visit, and want to see him, just ask. Not hard to put his harness on, and show you how effortlessly he pulls a large load.