Job 39:19-25

19 “Do you give the horse its strength or clothe its neck with a flowing mane? 20 Do you make it leap like a locust, striking terror with its proud snorting? 21 It paws fiercely, rejoicing in its strength, and charges into the fray. 22 It laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; it does not shy away from the sword. 23 The quiver rattles against its side, along with the flashing spear and lance. 24 In frenzied excitement it eats up the ground; it cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds. 25 At the blast of the trumpet it snorts, ‘Aha!’ It catches the scent of battle from afar, the shout of commanders and the battle cry.
-Job 39:19-25

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

catch&load

On June 25th 2011 me and my sister set out hauling our trailer for the 2hr and 3min trek to eastern Washington to pick up a wild mustang. Hilary had been tired and agitated at the setbacks of the morning as we were leaving 40 min later than expected. The ride there was quiet and there was few words spoken until we pulled up to the corral where the mustangs were running in a confused panic, shoving one another and tripping over 14ft drag ropes but somehow respecting one another’s space.
One mustang, a black bay filly, was cut from the herd, pacing back and forth finding a way to get around the two person block that kept her from the safety of her herd. She darted. The horse wrangler moved into her path to cut her off but she pushed past him ignoring his presence.  
After 15 min of struggling to get a hold of her rope the wrangler went for the other filly we were hauling home, he got a hold of her lead quickly but she put up quite a fight flipping herself on her back and rearing violently. Finally he got little chestnut into a shoot that lead straight to the trailer where she loaded easily.
Again he went for the bays lead got it then it got pulled out of his hand. He went for it again this time gripping it tight against his tan chaps and bracing against the bay filly’s pull. The struggles backwards with all four feet planted on the ground then with a great swing of her head pulled the rope out of his grip. The wrangler looked at his female assistant and they both began walking forward. The herd ran around the pen but the bay was easily cut off. They cornered her and she went into a small shoot made just for fighters like her. The girl slammed the small gate closed and the man reached threw the panel and grabbed the lead bringing it over the fence and allowing the girl to open the pen door. The filly shot through the door dragging the wrangler behind her. The wrangler finally gained his footing and pulled back on the filly. He allowed her to go forward as he fallowed behind her bracing against her pull and placing himself where there was no escape. The assistant opened the gate and the filly took off threw into the shoot to the trailer where the other filly was. She jumped in and the gate was slammed behind her.
The wrangler rubbed his back, “Wow, I like that on
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