Bear Necessities
I grew up in Wyoming during the 60s and 70s with renowned (at least in our neck of the woods) elk hunter, Ed Winslow. It was an annual event for Dad, and right of passage for the Winslow boys as we all matured enough to go hunting for five days or a week. I think I was 13 or 14 when I made my first trip.
After a Herculean effort (8 hour drive, then pack the horses with all your shit (bear necessities), an arduous 90-minute hike to base camp at 8000+ feet where then we had to unpack, tend to the horses and build a camp), I’d finally get to put my feet toward the fire and enjoy the stars.
But that’s background to the story today. In actuality there are a lot of things you don’t want to stumble between. A moose and her calf, bison and her calf, a feral cat and her kittens. And did I mention a wild horse and her colt?
The Wild Horse Photo
Patty and I worked pretty hard to get the early morning light behind us when I shot this wild horse photo which is framed and hanging in our home. (I love it because it’s a reminder of a fun weekend getaway to Echo Bluff State Park.)
The stallion was black (thus the colt). But I want you to notice the mare. She’s thin because at this point, she’s still nursing. And do you see the way her ears are laid back? My Wyoming woodsmanship is telling me she is none too happy to have us lingering around her baby.
Imaging My Surprise
So you can imagine my surprise when the curious colt trotted over to me and then to Patty.
My first thought was, “OK, now I’m going to die under thrashing hooves of this curios animal’s angry mother”.
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Boy was I relieved when this young guy went trotting back to his mother and needless to say, we lived to tell the story.
Then…
I Almost Crapped My Pants
This last Sunday I almost crapped my pants while watching CBS Sunday Morning. It’s a tradition around here. Make a nice Sunday breakfast and watch the program. And as their manner is, the last segment is always some nature video from any place in the world. Lo and behold this Sunday’s feature was about the Wild Horses in Missouri. You should watch the 2 minute segment. Here’s a portion. (This video is 1-minute long.)
I hope you enjoy this half as much as I did. CBS must have been there about the same time we were a year ago.
Final Thought
Final thought for those of you in the St. Louis area.
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Thanks for dropping by. I love hearing your comments.
May your holidays be merry and bright!
Mike
Great post, Mike. It reminded me of growing up with my parents as they chased epidemics around the world. Looking back, I think my dad preferred the outdoors to civilization. We’d drop into a country, usually Asian, and hike for days from an airstrip, careful not to disturb families of tigers in Indonesia, elephants in Thailand, Bactrian camels in Mongolia, etc. Then sometimes get a ride on a trained elephant or camel. So, the wilderness safety wisdom you highlighted are the same around the world. Leave the babies alone. And poisonous snakes, of course!
My serious career with gear began as a freelance cinematographer with assignments to cover scientific research, usually wildlife related. A typical day would be squatting in pond with a 16mm Bolex behind glass to keep it dry, waiting for a shy, endangered species to drop by for a headshot, then back to camp to burn off leaches with a cigar. Now my idea of roughing it is a hotel with slow room service, typical of shooting fashion on location. Anyway, stay safe!
Preston I so much appreciate you. My idea of camping is an Embassy Suite. Happy holidays!