When I drove out the mouth of the canyon I was checking out the trough just in case there were any mustangs there. To my surprise there were about ten head standing around. I backed my truck up out of sight, grabbed my camera and binoculars and headed in the back door to the trough. I made it to my cedar tree blind without causing a stampede. The paint stud was ruling the trough, and all he could do was lick the bottom. Sense I had my prostrate operation I could match the volume coming into that trough. Over the nest hour some gave up and another small band came in and the "new sheriff" took over licking the bottom of the trough.
I got word today that the water problem has been solved. Thanks to the people at the BLM.
The dark spot under his chin is a bird.
I got word today that the water problem has been solved. Thanks to the people at the BLM.







The dark spot under his chin is a bird.



