Mustang Pictures----------

[mustang]

I spent too much time looking for a trough out in the flats. When I got back to the spring, there was a single white mustang and three others within a half mile of the water. I was hide out by 6:00 PM and wondering if I had spooked those that had seen my truck. Twenty minutes later five others came in like they had no cares in the world.











This first bunch took exception to the others coming in and moved out. They came so close to my tree, If I'd had a healing rope, I could have missed an easy throw.



When they got down wind of me they took exception to my Old Spice.


The second band circled down wind and wouldn't come in at all.





This old dude was the cause of the others getting suspicious. He wandered around blowing at me after the others had left the area.



An hour later this paint sneaked in the back door. When he stuck his head in the trough, I did a little sneaking myself. When he looked up it didn't take him long to spot me, because I had no place to hide. He was in the shade, so the pictures are not so good.







He hung around out in the flats for a few minutes.



There was over a hundred head just over this ridge, which is about two miles away. I waited over two hours thinking some of them would come in, but they didn't. I guess they just don't come to water on my schedule.



I was pretty disappointed knowing so many good pictures were just out of sight. However, I was grateful for the ones I got.

 

[Big Muddy rancher]

Suppose that white horse was a descendant of the Sisco kid's horse?

 

[Anonymous]

Too bad someone can't turn some big old Percheron or Shire studs out there for a few years and then gather the colts up for bucking horses about the time they hit 4-5 years old... Be broncs like back when the big herds roamed Montana..

Take care of the horse overpopulation problem on the public lands- and give the horses a life of leisure while becoming useful...
But I'm sure someone would protest...

 

[LazyWP]

Too bad someone can't turn some big old Percheron or Shire studs out there for a few years and then gather the colts up for bucking horses about the time they hit 4-5 years old... Be broncs like back when the big herds roamed Montana..

Take care of the horse overpopulation problem on the public lands- and give the horses a life of leisure while becoming useful...
But I'm sure someone would protest...

If the tree hugger/horse lovers would leave me and H alone, we could find something useful to do with some of that bunch now. They would have a life of leisure, no more then what anybody rides now days. :lol:

 

[Anonymous]

Too bad someone can't turn some big old Percheron or Shire studs out there for a few years and then gather the colts up for bucking horses about the time they hit 4-5 years old... Be broncs like back when the big herds roamed Montana..

Take care of the horse overpopulation problem on the public lands- and give the horses a life of leisure while becoming useful...
But I'm sure someone would protest...

If the tree hugger/horse lovers would leave me and H alone, we could find something useful to do with some of that bunch now. They would have a life of leisure, no more then what anybody rides now days. :lol:

Yeah- I just get reminiscing sometimes about those old big bucking horses- and how hard they are to find anymore.. Except for a few stock contractors most are now found in Canada... Used to be lots of them at the Miles City Bucking Horse sale- not so anymore...

If you like old bucking horse pictures and are on Facebook- there are two sites to go to .... First is Tooke Bucking Horses and the second is Old Bucking Horse Museum and Hall of Fame... Lots of pictures of the old broncs and bronc riders...

 

[Faster horses]

Terrific photos, mustang. I noticed how tight-lipped those 5 were that
passed close to your hiding spot. They were doing some intense thinking.

 

[mustang]

Suppose that white horse was a descendant of the Sisco kid's horse?

Or maybe "Hopalong Cassidy"s or maybe The Lone Ranger's :wink: :wink:

 

[mustang]

Terrific photos, mustang. I noticed how tight-lipped those 5 were that
passed close to your hiding spot. They were doing some intense thinking.

It's interesting how much they depend on smell and the wind to detect danger. The first band didn't have an idea I was around until they got down wind. The second band, for some reason, circled down wind before coming close. Probably because the first band was already there. When they found out I was there too, they wouldn't come any closer. I'm thinking that running wild like they do, their sense of smell is greater than domestic horses, and they depend on it to survive.