Almost like a dream come true, my two forays into the realm of wild horses was definitely a highlight this past year for me. Although they were short and sweet adventures, I got  a taste of this unusual world, a world I have imagined since whinnying and galloping home from school as a second grader. My latest excursion occured this past fall when my partner and I ventured to the Pryor Mountain Wild Horse Range on the border of Montana and Wyoming. There, after hours of searching, we finally spied an old black stallion, alone and aloof atop a dry, barren hilltop, just as I had seen him in all my years of imagining wild black stallions. We then were fortunate enough to come fairly close to two more horses, a black and a buckskin. The buckskin featured tiger stripes on the back of her legs that are one of the characteristics of this unique herd whose bloodlines  date back to the Spanish horses brought to America by Cortez in the 1700's. It was an awesome experience that I hope to expand upon in the upcoming year.