Last week I was in Ralston checking out Jake Clark’s mules for a hunting story. I’ll tell you what. I got a real kick out of the mules. Fortunately, they didn’t get too big a kick out of yours’ truly. There I was in a dusty corral feeling like a rootin’-tootin’ cowboy in shorts and sneakers.
Mules and horses circled me like a wagon in a 1950s western flick. Or maybe an old episode of “Hee Haw.” “Oh, yippee, yippee yo-yo,” I sang to the mules. The mules didn’t serenade me back while mugging for a photo. Perhaps they couldn’t carry a tune, were tongue-tied or simply preoccupied trying to put their best foot (hoof) forward when they spotted me sporting a camera.
This is no award winning pic, but it was fun shooting this guy when he tried to sniff the camera lens.
Getting back to nature is a great way to embrace our Wyoming heritage, even if it just entails getting a whiff of manure or rubbing shoulders with stock. As a friend of mine used to say, “It’s all good.”
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