We found about thirty head on the "hard pan" west of Simpson Spring. When the breeze stopped, we were attacked by flying ants. I about beat Earl to death with my straw hat before I'd let him in the truck. They sure did like the color of his shirt. We were killing flying ants all the rest of the day,
I though we had found Gypsy's lost buckskin colt, but when I compared this one with old pictures,, I was wrong.
As best we could figure,, we drove past a hundred mustangs without knowing they were there. We found them about three hours later, and was relieved to find no flying ants with them.
This is what a yearling looks like at three feet.
Too close to get focused on.
This two year old was so friendly that it made me nervous. If he got spooked, he could leave tracks up my back.
There is always some that want a free ride.
And there are some who can't get along.
Not a lot of feed on the desert this year.
"Sliver" looks like he may make it.
I though we had found Gypsy's lost buckskin colt, but when I compared this one with old pictures,, I was wrong.



As best we could figure,, we drove past a hundred mustangs without knowing they were there. We found them about three hours later, and was relieved to find no flying ants with them.




This is what a yearling looks like at three feet.

Too close to get focused on.

This two year old was so friendly that it made me nervous. If he got spooked, he could leave tracks up my back.

There is always some that want a free ride.


And there are some who can't get along.



Not a lot of feed on the desert this year.

"Sliver" looks like he may make it.
