Darrell Glover is an intriguing man. I don’t know how he got involved with “the wildies”, but he did, and he’s passionate about them. He is not about to sit by and watch these beautiful creatures turned into dog meat. He has formidable adversaries though.
It seems that our government has bent to the wishes of ranchers in the area. The ranchers don’t want to share the grass on their grazing leases with these horses. (I’m struck by the idea that if they want the wild horses eliminated, how long will it be before they want the elk and the deer eliminated as well? Greed is a terrible sin!) And then there are the trappers who don’t see the horses as exquisite wild things, but only as small herds of 300 dollar bills. (That’s what they get for them when they trap them and ship them for slaughter.)
Darrell is doing many things to keep “the wildies” safe, and one of those things is to take as many people as he can up to see them and to be enchanted by them. As the number of wild horse lovers increases, so will the pressure on the government to protect and cherish them.
So Darrell agreed to take our riders on a 5-hour trip into the back country to see the wild ones. From all accounts, it was the best five hours any of them have spent in quite some time. The unofficial count was that they saw somewhere between 50 and 70 wild horses! They met a mare that was coming to check us out to see if we had her foal. When that happened, they also got to meet “White Spirit”, the stallion for that band of mares. He came charging over to drive her back to the safety of the herd. They saw a yearling that will likely not make it. It’s entire back end appeared to be raked as though by a cougar or bear attack. Life in the wild isn’t always easy, or kind.
At the end of their day of riding, we went back to Darrell and Barb’s acreage for the night. It’s a lovely place with lots of room for our horses, and a bonfire that we sat around as we listened to the things that Darrell is doing to protect the wildies.
It was a night to remember.
Next up: Drumheller and the Hoodoo Trail.