I have done that ONCE (I usually get too far forward and roll off over one shoulder or the other) and hope never to do it again. You land on your back and it knocks every ounce of wind out of you, as one of Kipling's fox-hunting characters said.
At least my horse very kindly came back for me. He was a good sort.
Well, I have learned something! Often used the saying “coming a cropper”, did not know the origin.
Your two posts good for a well welcomed chuckle here. For in Great Lakes country, while still the mild weather hangs in, it (snow) is due to happen soon.