The stallion came over when I was photographing the foal. There was nothing blocking me if the horse charged and the thought crossed my mind once or twice that it was a possibility. The horse sensed that I was not a threat but next time I think I will bring a walking stick with me. Ignorance is bliss-it seemed like nothing, after hanging out with family members for a week, to walk into the middle of a mustang herd.
He is watching his herd.
I would want to catch this one, if I could. The BLM is auctioning off 10,000 a year or worse.
