Some people have them; some people don't. Take, for example, a woman in Virginia who doesn't want anybody to know her name discovers in a box of two-bit trash she bought for a pittance at a flea market--including a plastic cow and a Paul Bunyan doll--a genuine Renoir. Yep. Six-and-a-half inches by five-and-a-half. A Seine River scene. Now think about the fact that since she didn't really like the damn thing--it was one of those impressionistic "modern" things, ya know--she was ready to shred it. But her Mama noticing the signature "Renoir" on it--duh!!--advised her daughter go get it appraised. It's expected to sell for somewhere between $75,000 and $100,000.
I don't have horseshoes . . . at least ones that could fit Paul Bunyan's horse.