Stories From a Mountain Horse

I stand here enjoying the sun.Gman4
I chat with a friend and talk about the fun.
I wish he could share with me and tell it all.

Can you imagine the stories he has to tell?
Can you imagine a life lived so well?
A horse.
A guide.
A mustang.
A huge heart.
A fighter.
A winner.

The “A Squad”.
He’s been to the top of each mountain.
He’s a hunting machine.

His face is gray with age and experience.

The years. The miles. The tales he has to tell.

A warm sunny meadow on a summer morning.
A frightened woman and her first ride.
A cheering family as her fears subside.
A hunter who is determined.
A loaded pack-saddle and switch back trail.
A bull bugle on a moon lit night.
A celebration near the camp fire after a stalk and ride.

Cold mornings covered in frost.
Thick snow, ice, climbing and never lost.
The sweet, fresh blades of grass breaking through the snow.
A race for the honor and winning it all you know!

Elk, deer, bear, turkey, grouse, once in a life time moose, all special hunts.

All memories that make him proud to have the gray faced wisdom of seeing it all.

Now, relaxed, sunning, taking it in.
You are still a champion and I know you are proud old friend!!!