With the thoughts of running out of warm clear days, I couldn't resist heading for the desert. Neither or my partners was able to go, so I headed out alone. Well almost alone, I had SPOT. my Satellite Emergency Locater. We have had some heavy rain fall lately and a lot of those desert roads are missing now. I headed for Eight Mile Spring having seen about sixty head there early in the spring. A lot of glassing turned up only about fifteen head. Driving south toward Rydalch Pass I only had trouble getting across one wash out.
At The Black Knoll I ran onto this palomino that I took pictures of on the other side of the mountain last spring. He sure hasn't put on any weight.
At Wild Cat Basin I located three head about a 1-1/2 miles away, up close to the base of the mountain.
I drove on to Cochran Spring and found no tracks around the water sense the last rain three days ago. Back at Wild Cat I searched the area again and came up with about twenty five head.
There is a wash that leads in their general direction. I hiked up about a mile, trying two different forks until I got a lot closer that I ever thought I could.
I was looking at a mustang through a opening in the cedar. The camera was looking at something else.
When you stick you head up enough to get a picture, they will see your there.
These paints sure make the pictures a lot more colorful.
The thirty five head turned into seventy head. They seemed to come out of the ground. There are a lot of gullies and cedars up higher where they are out of sight from the road. It was a long walk but the adrenalin was pumping and the hair on the back of my neck didn't settle down until I got half way back to the truck. I get better pictures of the tame bunch, but just getting any pictures of the Wild Bunch (Butch Cassidy) is worth the effort.
At The Black Knoll I ran onto this palomino that I took pictures of on the other side of the mountain last spring. He sure hasn't put on any weight.
At Wild Cat Basin I located three head about a 1-1/2 miles away, up close to the base of the mountain.
I drove on to Cochran Spring and found no tracks around the water sense the last rain three days ago. Back at Wild Cat I searched the area again and came up with about twenty five head.
There is a wash that leads in their general direction. I hiked up about a mile, trying two different forks until I got a lot closer that I ever thought I could.
I was looking at a mustang through a opening in the cedar. The camera was looking at something else.
When you stick you head up enough to get a picture, they will see your there.
These paints sure make the pictures a lot more colorful.
The thirty five head turned into seventy head. They seemed to come out of the ground. There are a lot of gullies and cedars up higher where they are out of sight from the road. It was a long walk but the adrenalin was pumping and the hair on the back of my neck didn't settle down until I got half way back to the truck. I get better pictures of the tame bunch, but just getting any pictures of the Wild Bunch (Butch Cassidy) is worth the effort.
