It has been really mild around here lately. So nice that today we took a day trip out on the desert just because!
Believe it or not we actually kicked up dust for most of the trip. :shock: The mountains are still stacked and white but it has really dried up on the flats. We went west a ways and then swung around the mountain and went south a ways and ended up east and back north before the day was done. Our motive was to shoot little H's new .22 and maybe find a deer or a horn. We found a little brambie band as a fun suprise. They were doing the horse thing and soaking up sunshine.
There was three little bunches with a stud horse in each kinda semi bunched together. Quite the spectrum of colors and sizes too.
Don't tell anyone but Mrs. H and I kinda like the bay stud on the left. It's too bad a guy couldn't take a horse and a rope and bring him home like they did it in the old days. The BLM would rather chase them for 20 miles in a helicopter, pen them and ship them to a holding facility where the bay stud will be deemed "unadoptable" by some city dude with 8 degrees from NYU and he'll spend the rest of his life watchin' cars drive by. Or we could try the old way. Not that we would. :wink:
I love to see the mustangs. I understand they need to be managed to keep the range in good condition. And I get that enviro's use them as a pawn to limit everything from grazing to offroading. But the mustang is a symbol of the American west. Of the time before fences and government intrusion. They were the horses that drove the herds and settled the west. I hope they always have a place to live free and exist on their own terms. I wish I had the guts to give them a run like Grandpa did!
Skylined cayuses on a fine desert day.
After gawking at the stangs', we looped around to a favorite canyon. We had a flatbed picnic and shot a hole or two in a pop can with little H's new .22 The girl is a great shot! Then we did a little walk-about up to some indian writing in the ledges. My bunch is a pretty great bunch. I am a lucky guy!
The indian writings are faded and hard to see but they are there. These aren't painted like others in our area. They are kind of scratched onto the surface. I believe that means they are call Petroglyphs. This is what looks like a man or a being of some type.
This one is looks like a map or a story to me.
This one shows up the best and is my favorite. It may be a shield. It might be a symbol or a totem. It might be a picture of fuzzy dice hanging from the rearveiw mirror on an indian pony. But it is neat. Hope you are all well and can get away now and then to see what happens to be in your own area. Take a camera and share it with the rest of us if you would be so kind.
Have a great evening!
There was three little bunches with a stud horse in each kinda semi bunched together. Quite the spectrum of colors and sizes too.
Don't tell anyone but Mrs. H and I kinda like the bay stud on the left. It's too bad a guy couldn't take a horse and a rope and bring him home like they did it in the old days. The BLM would rather chase them for 20 miles in a helicopter, pen them and ship them to a holding facility where the bay stud will be deemed "unadoptable" by some city dude with 8 degrees from NYU and he'll spend the rest of his life watchin' cars drive by. Or we could try the old way. Not that we would. :wink:
I love to see the mustangs. I understand they need to be managed to keep the range in good condition. And I get that enviro's use them as a pawn to limit everything from grazing to offroading. But the mustang is a symbol of the American west. Of the time before fences and government intrusion. They were the horses that drove the herds and settled the west. I hope they always have a place to live free and exist on their own terms. I wish I had the guts to give them a run like Grandpa did!
Skylined cayuses on a fine desert day.
After gawking at the stangs', we looped around to a favorite canyon. We had a flatbed picnic and shot a hole or two in a pop can with little H's new .22 The girl is a great shot! Then we did a little walk-about up to some indian writing in the ledges. My bunch is a pretty great bunch. I am a lucky guy!
The indian writings are faded and hard to see but they are there. These aren't painted like others in our area. They are kind of scratched onto the surface. I believe that means they are call Petroglyphs. This is what looks like a man or a being of some type.
This one is looks like a map or a story to me.
This one shows up the best and is my favorite. It may be a shield. It might be a symbol or a totem. It might be a picture of fuzzy dice hanging from the rearveiw mirror on an indian pony. But it is neat. Hope you are all well and can get away now and then to see what happens to be in your own area. Take a camera and share it with the rest of us if you would be so kind.