I think we’re all setting ourselves up for disappointment when we deify anyone.
In the ‘horsemanship’ circles Ray Hunt was the big deal, right? Him, Tom and Bill Dorrance, they were the ODG for those folks. I did a 3 day group clinic with Ray back in the early 2000s. It was really fun and educational. It was also sobering. There was one very, very pretty, very, very sullen, little roan barrel horse whose (relatively new to him) owner was trying to help get more freed up and forward. She didn’t care if he ran barrels anymore, she just wanted a fun and highly trained horse to piddle around on. This horse was SULLEN. Dead to people, angry, done. If you approached him on the ground while he was tied, he was mannerly, but not interested. He wouldn’t hurt you, he just tolerated you.
This horse’s solution when asked to do something he didn’t want to do was to plant his front feet and just SULK. He grew roots. He would double-barrel kick out behind if spanked, but the horse made no forward motion. At some point, Ray took us all outside the pen and we (about 20 horses and riders) were on a dirt area by the indoor. Tons of space but there were cars and trucks at the edges. There was a little mud puddle. The roan horse wouldn’t cross it. Ray flagged him from the rear/to the side(not hitting) and with good timing, got the roan across the water. Rather than be happy with that, he had her ask him again. Again, he got him across the water. Y’all, he picked and picked and picked at that horse until he got mad enough to kick himself backward into a nice horse trailer and kick the crap out of the door, almost into a Mercedes to do the same, then when the horse was back in front of the puddle again he kicked out so hard and so quickly and so fast the girl got knocked unconscious and fell off, separating her shoulder, IIRC.
And with that, we went to lunch. @alabama and I had lunch with the host and Ray and his wife, and it was like nothing had happened at all. She may remember more details, that was a long time ago. When we got back from the cafe, the horse was still there, and I think she was gone to the hospital to get checked out. I guess she left that night?
It took all of us, I think, a good long while to process what we’d just seen. I think for me it’s the ‘acceptance’ ? maybe the ‘realization?’ that when you make your money on horses, they can become an assembly line to be worked. Not that every horse is badly treated on the line, but some will be.
It’s funny, he signed a ballcap for me, one with him on a horse. He wrote “Think!” along with his signature.