SOME DAYS ARE DIAMONDS:
I was by myself and had just spent over an hour in the middle of ninety three head of mustangs. Still an exhilarating experience to say the least. I didn't want to leave them when I did, because they were just waking up from their afternoon siesta and the younger studs were starting to do some of their "not to serious" fighting. But I knew if I didn't get moving I'd not get to The River Bed before it was too dark for pictures.
I stopped on the top or a ridge over looking The Hard Pan to see if I could locate the band of about eight head that run there. I found only one lone dark colored stud out about two miles. I stopped again about a mile short of The River Bed to check out the south side of the road. Nothing there. While glassing the north side, I was pleasantly surprised to see a bay mustang and as I swung the glasses further, my heart leaped into my throat. What should I see, but two beauttttifulllll carmello studs. I could hardly believe my eyes. I thought the last time I found them was incredible. To find them again and close to the road was miraculous to say the least.
I drove to the closest point and grabbed my camera. I didn't head directly to them, not wanting to look too aggressive. I've never seen to more beautiful mustangs. Only because we have hunted so long and hard to find them. I hardly paid any attention to the bay. He was just in the way. I got a whole bunch of pictures. While on one knee they would feed to within twelve to fifteen feet of me. It sent a chill down my back just to be there.
It was an overcast day and the pictures aren't the best, but quantity made up for the lack of quality. When I headed for the truck the sun had gone down. As I walked along I kept turning and looking back, not yet convinced it wasn't all a dream. In the truck I just sat there for a few minutes thinking what a phenomenal day it had been. The AWOL list is down to Ol One Ear. It was three hours home, but worth every minute.
The sun was down on an overcast day. I had driven about a half mile when something caught my eye a little ahead and off the road about fifty yards. It only took a split second to recognize mustangs, but they didn't have any legs. I skidded the truck to a stop, grabbed my camera and bailed out. I couldn't figure how is this country that is flat for miles in every direction, that I could have missed them on the way past. I was more than a little surprised to find eight head of mustangs watering in a hole that was virtually impossable to see from the road. Even more unbelievable was the fact that Ol One ear was just leaving the pond and heading toward The River Bed. Moving at a fast walk, I was able to cut him off and get a few, not so good, pictures. He is more than just a little bashful. He sure did look good. Not a rib in sight. It didn't take him long to circle around to the north at a safer distance. The mustang that caught my eye earlier is a paint mare that I have seen many times.
I guess I don't have to spend a lot of time telling anyone how great a day I had. I don't expect to ever be able to top this one.