This trip took place in 2006. I spent a lot of time out there alone which made the sneaking up on those mustang easier and more exciting. Leaving Ol Blue tied to his front leg was always risky, but he was always there when I came back. There were a lot of small bands or mustangs scattered over a ten mile area. Some I could get close too, and others would see or smell me and be gone in an instant. For about a half hour I stood under a cedar tree and considered my stupidity for not bringing my slicker. Being early in my mustang hunting days, the thrill and excitement made the all day ride worth the effort.
I learned a valuable lesson one time when we were high up on the Wasatch Mountains looking for Elk, about the time the new calves were being born. We found a small bunch of cows and calves that were in the thick trees. I baled off leaving the reins on the horn. I thought we were good friends and he would stay. The other riders went off in another direction. Ol Blue decided to find them. But he went the wrong direction. One of the other riders saw him going down through a meadow and he tried to catch him riding a mule. The only thing that stopped Blue was when another horse whinnied. He stopped and turned around. That made it possible for the guy on the mule to catch him. I was sick for the rest of the day. I know a guy who lost his horse in similar country with the saddle on. He never did find him.