Yep. There was one old guy at one of the clinics who had a huge black half-Perch gelding… and was no match for a big horse who had discovered he could do whatever he damn well wanted. PP said the horse was a great horse - for someone else… and worked that horse through some very pushy and dangerous behaviors throughout the clinic. By the end of the clinic the guy who had hosted PP and set the clinic up loved that horse and traded him to the old guy for a solid, dependable, safe-SAFE-safe quarter horse gelding… the old guy was thrilled and so very happy and PP had him loping on the rail, relaxed and smiling on his new relaxed RED horse. It made my heart smile - even today, while remembering it…
Probably - but I loved the mental picture of Anderson Cooper out there eating dust dressed in jeans and a denim shirt and chinks and a battered Resistol with sweat stains on it… 
