Mustang hunting has been a little slow this summer for some reason. Other projects seem to get in the way. There has been a lot of flooding. The County has been busy rebuilding the main roads and letting the others go until they have time to get to them.
There were eighteen head in this band that we caught coming in to a pond that has been dry for a long time. Recent rain filled it to the top. We sat on the bank in plain sight, which seemed to make them a little cautious. Some worked their way around to where they could smell us and then took the plunge. My friend said they recognized us. I'm not sure about that.
Something in the water must bring out the fight instinct.
It took us all day to find the main band. There were about seventy head there.
Gypsy and her colt are looking good and don't seem to mind our being there.
The "Red Headed Step Child" that looked so weak and sick two months ago is looking a lot better. His crooked foot isn't so noticeable either.
This little feller walked by at about four feet away. I wish I'd had an apple. Maybe I could have chummed him into the pickup.
Somebody yelled fight,,, and Ol Trouble headed that way on the run. It was after the sun had dropped behind the hills. Low light means the camera reacts very slow. I added the pictures to show how little the mustangs worry about my well being, when a big set of teeth are chewing on their back side.
Mustang life is back to normal in seconds. The silence was almost haunting.
There were eighteen head in this band that we caught coming in to a pond that has been dry for a long time. Recent rain filled it to the top. We sat on the bank in plain sight, which seemed to make them a little cautious. Some worked their way around to where they could smell us and then took the plunge. My friend said they recognized us. I'm not sure about that.
Something in the water must bring out the fight instinct.
It took us all day to find the main band. There were about seventy head there.
Gypsy and her colt are looking good and don't seem to mind our being there.
The "Red Headed Step Child" that looked so weak and sick two months ago is looking a lot better. His crooked foot isn't so noticeable either.
This little feller walked by at about four feet away. I wish I'd had an apple. Maybe I could have chummed him into the pickup.
Somebody yelled fight,,, and Ol Trouble headed that way on the run. It was after the sun had dropped behind the hills. Low light means the camera reacts very slow. I added the pictures to show how little the mustangs worry about my well being, when a big set of teeth are chewing on their back side.
Mustang life is back to normal in seconds. The silence was almost haunting.
