When I got to where we usually start glassing I didn't find a single mustang. I glassed the length of the valley with no luck at all, so I drove on out past River Bed. I located about thirty head on the flats and was able to get close enough for a few pictures.
I drove over a lot of country and didn't find any more horses. When I got back to Davis I thought I'd give it one more try. I was pretty excited to see a few mustangs coming out of a canyon and work their way around and up the ridge. By the time I drove the two miles to get to them, the whole band was in sight. I knew I'd have to hurry to get ahead of them if I was going to get any pictures. I was gasping for air and my legs were rubber by the time I got high enough to be in front of the leaders. I'm quite sure my heart isn't going to quit on me anytime soon, after the way I abused it on that little escapade.
Faster horses wrote:You are a diehard mustang hunter! Awesome pictures as always. Thanks for sharing! Glad you didn't waste the day and go home without an adrenalin rush.....
I've always liked to take pictures, just to document where I've been and what I did. I consider myself exceptionally lucky to have found these mustangs. Retirement is supposed to be as fun time, I haven't found it to be so. Between the Internet and Mustangs, I can just barley maintain sanity. I suggest to those who are about to retire, to have something constructive to take the place of your occupation, what ever it is. You may think just setting on the couch will be fun, but eventually that gets mighty old. (scripture by mustang)