Spring Creek Basin Mustangs

Sweetest Winona ambles down a trail in search of greener pastures. … Well, *other* pastures, maybe. Not too green these days.

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Other than the horses ( 🙂 ), the best thing I saw from this past hunting season happened yesterday (the day after the end of third season). Strapped on the back of an ATV-trailer hauled by a truck (with Texas plates) leaving Disappointment Valley: Three large, clear bags full of aluminum cans! They were hauling out their recycling! One has to think they also had bags full of trash.

Thank you, hunters!

We made it through another third season. 🙂

And on our very last day, we had another check-up visit by one of our excellent BLM law-enforcement rangers! And I found out that our other ranger was out not only the day before the season (when friend Pat and I talked to him) but a few other times, too.

Fourth rifle season starts Wednesday. It’s a short season, and it’s usually much quieter than third.

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To our veterans (including my dad, a retired Army officer; my uncle, formerly a Navy pilot; my cousin, a former Navy SEAL; *my grandpas on both sides of my family, who served as an engineer in the Army and as an aircraft gunner with the Army Air Corps during World War II), thank you for your service and your sacrifices. Your families know the costs.

(*Updated to note the service of my grandpas. I wasn’t sure whether to include them as veterans because they’ve both passed away. But as Karen S. noted below, our gratitude extends to our service members past *and* present!)

It’s never a dull day when Mariah graces my camera on the range of Spring Creek Basin.

During many visits to Spring Creek Basin, we see mustangs in the distance (at least initially) as “little white dots.” We have a lot of grey horses. 🙂

We also have a lot of brown in our views. Especially since it hasn’t rained in 487,329 days – give or take. 😦

That lovely snow we got was wonderful and welcome. … And we need more wet stuff. ANY wet stuff.

Hello, most beautiful. 🙂

For the nth time, Comanche has repelled a challenger to his band.

Terra.

Near sunset.

Glorious.

Even though Tenaz was just featured, I couldn’t resist also sharing this view of the handsome boy! Sunset shadows had already enveloped him and his band, but the last light lingered at our horizon, where Temple Butte and McKenna Peak look more like a painted backdrop than actual geographic features of the land.