No matter the day on the calendar, to see this guy makes my heart happy.
Storm and his band were moseying and grazing their way toward a pond when I took this pic. When I first saw them, from yonder way across the basin, they were dropping off a ridge above a seep. I hustled back in the Jeep to the start of the trail, then hustled along the trail to where I thought they’d be. Whether because of the low sun casting a glare or because they were still in the arroyo, I basically walked past them on a ridge when they were below. By the time I spotted them from just above the seep and then walked the arroyo to them, they were basically right below where I’d parked! I’m so used to them being elusive, I’m not ready for them to be practically right under my nose. 🙂
Spring Creek Basin Mustangs 
Just keep watching for the wild ones!
Always. 🙂
What a great story and sounds like a wonderful encounter !
It’s always great to visit with my boy Storm. 🙂
Love the wild ones!
They’re the best!
that is true of so many of the things we search for. ❤
So true. 🙂
Oh gosh!!! Two gorgeous photos back-to-back!! Great work!!
The old “hiding in plain sight” trick! 😊 Very clever.