We were setting in the middle of eighty head of mustangs. There was a cold breeze blowing out of the north. The truck thermometer said it was 30 degrees. The way my nose was sweating, I thought it was a lot colder. The mustangs were pretty calm. I hadn't seen a fight in the last three hours.
We were a lot closer than the second pictures would lead you to believe.
We are always trying to get "up close and personal." I've though of bringing some hay cubes and see if I could chum some of these youngsters up close. On the other hand, I don't know how much closer I need to be.