Enough is Enough

As a general rule, it is a very big mistake for me to start running my mouth off online when I am overly emotional.  The problem with that is that we are only 1/3 of the way into an emotional year that feels like it is just going to keep building and building until everything spirals out of control.  When you are faced with such a time, it seems logical to get it all out in the open while you still have the chance.

Because the fact of the matter is, we were snookered folks.  And the most ridiculous part, is that we were conned by the same people that con us over and over again without remorse.  It’s almost like an abusive relationship.  You tell yourself that this time it will be different, things will get better.

Nye

Nye

Spoiler Alert:  IT NEVER DOES

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Custer: The Stallion, The Mystique, The Legend

Custer is the greatest.  No really  Find me doesn’t like Custer.  Oh, that’s right; you can’t.  That is because everybody loves Custer.

Custer the horse, that is.  Not the human.  It's understandable if you aren't too keen on Custer the human.

Custer the horse, that is. Not the human. It’s understandable if you aren’t too keen on Custer the human.

Our story begins in 1996.  A small dark colt was born to Sitka and Shaman.  You may have heard of them before.  They were only the Pryor power couple of the nineties.  Custer is the second of five of their offspring who are still wild and kicking.

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Wait. They Wanna Do What When with Whom?!

So the time has come again for another episode of Rachel Has Loads of Feelings.  The BLM released a new Environmental Assessment (EA) regarding the PZP management of the Pryor wild horse herd. You can find it here.  I highly recommend that you read the EA yourself.  It is less than 20 pages long and a lot of those pages can be skipped, so it is a quick read.

It feels a little early for me to be writing anything about this subject.  But frankly, I suspect that the stud piles will soon be hitting fans on both sides of the aisle with the ‘Big Boys’ weighing in, so I figured that if I get my say out right away I might have just enough time to duck for cover.  Also, I did not want any of my conclusions to be biased by the opinions of others before I had a chance to take a hard objective look at the information myself… and isn’t that just a little hypocritical of me?

graciana and foal

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Fisk & His Tantrums

Fisk doesn’t make much sense to me.

Some of that is normal.  Not being a horse myself, they often act in ways that I do not expect, leaving a years worth of puzzles before me.  Sometimes it just takes a little time for a Eureka moment to break through.  Other times, there is no answer beyond the knowledge that every horse has their own distinct personality and that there are bound to be a few oddballs out there causing mayhem.

Fisk, though… well, I just don’t know about him.

[c]Fisk[/c]

Fisk

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Pantless in the Pryors (As It Should Be)

So first of all, I sincerely apologize for my lack of updates these past months.  I have this tendency to take September and October off.  I think it has something to do with how busy summers are and the challenges of being an extreme introvert to the point it is borderline ridiculous.   Whatever causes it, I spend these months relaxing with my own horses, watching football, catching up on my reading, etc. and forget to do basic things like read and respond to emails, log on to Facebook, blog, etc.  So if it seems like I’m a total jerk and I didn’t answer a question or reply to an email, well, I am a total jerk.  I am also really really sorry.  I either never saw it or meant to answer but completely forgot.

(Actually now that I think of it, I do think Puller sent me an email.  I’ll look for that after I’m done with this!)

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The next thing I need to briefly address is the Divide Basin and Salt Wells roundup.  I did try to write about that a few times, but the words would not come out.  They still won’t.  It’s hard sometimes, forever opposing an enemy that plays with a stacked deck.  It isn’t quite fair, how the wild horses (and their advocates) can never quite catch a break, – even a well deserved one.  But the concept of fairness is nice, but it doesn’t really exist in the real world.   I am surprised and disheartened, but it is not time to give up the ghost just yet.

I received a request to write about my visit to the Pryors in early October.  It was a quick in and out visit, which means that the only real way to talk about the trip is chronologically.  That … isn’t exactly my strong suit.  I have a computer folder filled with no less than 6 failed attempts at chronological stories, but hey, 7th time is the charm?

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