Terra grazing in the shadow of a hill toward sunset.
I’m being pretty careful about my outings to Spring Creek Basin and the mustangs during this very heavily trafficked third rifle season, but so far, I don’t know of any egregious behavior. I did see a guy in a UTV pass a “No Motor Vehicles” sign I helped BLM guys Jon and Ryan place last fall. He couldn’t get much farther, and the vegetation he (and likely others) continue to trample continues to be a maddening loss.
While I was out with Terra and her band, we heard far-off shots (yes, multiple), but I couldn’t tell exactly where they were coming from. … Far (enough) away from us, thankfully. I placed some branches where people had driven around a mud puddle, to try to keep future people on the road. … I have to say, that ridiculousness gave me pause? Big, bad hunters in their go-anywhere buggies scared of a little mud puddle? Enough that they and their buggies trampled multiple sage and shadscale and even actual, growing grass to avoid the puddle. Leave no trace, people. Later riders/drivers seemed to respect the branches … or at least hadn’t driven right over and shattered them. That was a few days ago, though.
Back in that little corner of Spring Creek Basin, mostly, we had peace.
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