This was a 5-day trip coming home with around 1700 images and vidclips on this April journey. On social media, you can also follow along as daily I share new photos and stories on my fb Mustang Meg page www.mustangmeg.com . If you like what you see, please Subscribe here to my channel and hit the little bell icon to set your notification preferences- Thank you!
The wild horses early April were just coming out of winter still rather shaggy with their winter woolies, and spring grasses were just beginning to show, with yellow buttercups scattered here and there. It was a fairly hard winter for a few of the elders, injured, or lactating horses as can be typical on a range through winter, but gratefully improving with the new grasses.
Many notable moments on this April trip, but one that stands out....
Out roaming wild in the high desert of SE Oregon with friend Alice McCammon, who I've been going out there with since 2011. We hiked nearly 5 miles in the backcountry with no guarantee of wild horses at this waterhole and took a chance... even though I was taught to estimate and balance effort to reward, so we typically will glass distant hills miles away for at least confirming mustangs are in the area... but not this time. But this is an area which has little seen and some of the most stunning mustangs. The potential for reward to effort was a good investment return, and decided to roam out to the wilds.
We initially sat hidden in the canyons shade near the valley. We sat there for a while at the quiet waterhole watching a distant pair of geese, and began talking about how many more minutes we were going to wait before making the long trek back. Suddenly we heard a stallion holler echo off the north wall of the canyon valley we sat near “OMG they’re here!” were comments we exchanged. We decided to move further away down the canyon’s shady east side so they can freely come to the basin without interference and we could observe them less likely detected. We waited and waited like two eager kids at Christmas with butterflies fluttering about. A few minutes later heard the distinct sound of a hoof thud on the hollow sounding dirt, and soon numerous hooves striking rock. The Sultan band came into the clearing and watered with enthusiasm... splashing, pawing, and even rolling in the water. As they were leaving we moved to higher ground and looked back at the wild colors moving back inside the canyon valley. As they headed up the ancient mustang trails, I liked how a few in the back stopped to observe us.
Keep the WILD in our WEST and our WEST WILD!
Mustang Meg
See also my video of an iconic stallion- Shaman- www.shamanthelegend.com
14 июн 2021
