June Mountain Top (#3). Father and Son

Killian with his mother Celt and mare Sapo.
Killian with his mother Celt and mare Sapo.

I have watched this story unfolding now for several years.  I saw Killian for the first time when he was about a month old.  Beautiful and very much a shadow or “Echo” of his grandfather Cloud.  His mother Celt watching over him closely and protecting him from all that challenged him.  It was cute for the first few years, but now, here we are four years later and Killian continues to nurse his mother, but yet is now trying to breed his fathers mares.  This started to happen last year when he was three, but now as a four-year old, it is becoming even more apparent.  This kid needs to go.

Sapo and Killian, June 24, 2014
Sapo and Killian, June 24, 2014

But Bolder has seemed to be rather nonchalant about the whole story.  I have shook my head more than once at this situation and I have said out loud, that I wondered if his mother Celt was grooming him to take his father’s band.

This time, it was very apparent that Killian wanted his fathers mare, Sapo.  He constantly snaked her and tried to mount her.  Finally on this evening, Bolder had enough of it.

I have seen Bolder and Killian have a few little “discussions”, but nothing like what we all witnessed a few evenings ago.  This time the discussion took on a new level and strength about it and went on into the night.  Some of it took place right outside our tents!  I expected (and hoped) to see the problem solved in the morning,  but instead, I saw the whole band intact and peacefully grazing nearby.

The light could not have been more perfect for these shots.   I will let the photos speak for themselves.  If you would like to see the image in a larger size, just click on the image.

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Sapo and Killian
Sapo and Killian
Bolder starts to take charge.
Bolder starts to take charge.

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Father and son square off.
Father and son square off.

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Killian and Bolder
Killian and Bolder

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I am looking forward to watching this story continue to unfold this summer.  I hope it has a good ending for Bolder.

Sandy

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Mountain Top Update, Day 2, July 31, 2012 A Quiet Day

The first night that Lori and I spent on the mountain was really quiet.  No horses running around or whinnying.

Today, they would not be trapping the horses.  Lori and I were looking forward to a quiet day.

The next morning, I headed down towards Krueger Pond.  I saw several horses in the trees on my way.  It is almost August now, and it seems the horses spend a lot of their days in the trees.  They start to come out in the later afternoon.

I saw Chino, Topper One and Topper Too.  I could almost see the Topper’s rolling their eyes.  They looked at me in disgust as if to say “Great, a perfect morning, ruined”.  Then turned their back ends towards me and stepped further in the woods.  Chino stayed where he was, obviously used to their behavior.  I looked to my right and saw Gringo and his band.  They were out a little way from the trees eating.  Grijala and his smaller group of Special K’s along with Quelle Colour were not too far away from them.

Gringo’s band, July 31, 2012

After a few minutes I returned to my camp site, sat and had a second cup of coffee and watched a bear run along the ridge, not too far from Lakota.

An hour later, Lori and I decided to head back down to the pond.  We found Tecumseh in one of the pens, eating.  Tecumseh looks a little rough.  He seems to have some back-end/ hip problems.  It is very apparent when he walks, especially going down a hill.

Tecumseh, July 31, 2012

I looked past Tecumseh and saw Topper Too in a pen with Chino.  This was as close as I had ever seen them before.  She did not notice me right away.  But when she did she quickly left the pen.  I got the best photo of her ever.  But as soon as she regained her composure  she and Topper headed quickly down the hill to the pond.  Chino continued to eat in the pen.

Topper Too, July 31, 2012
The Toppers, July 31, 2012

After a few minutes Chino ran to catch up with them.  He is 21 this year, and looks amazing.

Chino, July 31, 2012
Chino’s band, July 31, 2012

We only saw these 4 horses.  I knew others were in the trees surrounding the pond.  But I did not bother looking for them.  I thought they deserved a quiet day too, and I did not want to disturb them.  They would show themselves when they were ready.

On our way back down the road I saw Duke’s band tucked in the trees.  Little Maverick was sleeping in the sun just out of the trees.  We stopped and watched until he got up.

Maverick, July 31, 2012
Maverick, July 31, 2012

Lori headed back to camp and I continued on to spend some time with Lakota (bear spray in hand).  I thought about how great Chino looked, one year older than Lakota was.  I knew that if Lakota had not broken his leg, he would have looked just as great.  But for whatever reason, it was Lakota’s time to go and I tried to accept it.

We ate lunch and headed back to the pond.

By now it was starting to get pretty active.  We watched several bands coming down to drink and play in the pond.

Gringo’s band, July 31, 2012
Coronado’s Band, July 31, 2012

Dove was lagging a bit behind the rest of the band.  She looked huge, I thought she might be pregnant.

Dove, July 31, 2012
Coronado’s Band

Several of the horses enjoyed a good roll in the dirt after playing in the pond.

Coronado, July 31, 2012

Once they drank, they headed back into the trees.

Bolder’s band was hanging around the pens.  Bolder was in one of them eating.

The next band to head down to the pond was Blue Moon’s and Mecalero’s.

Blue Moon’s band, July 31, 2012
Mescalero’s band

Part of Bolder’s band got tired of waiting for him to get out of the pen and decided to head down for some water.

Celt
Killian
Scarlett
Part of Bolder’s band with Mescalero band, July 31, 2012

With Bolder no where to be seen, Mescalero decided to visit with the mares and Killian.  Celt decided she would have none of that and quickly chased Mescalero off.

Mescalero checks out some of Bolder’s Band
Celt sends Mescalero running.

Bolder decided to finally head down to his mares and came running.  They stopped half way to greet each other and then headed back to the pond.

Bolder
Mesa and Lobo, July 31, 2012

By now Duke’s Band and Teton’s Band were coming down to the pond too.  I got to get a closer look at Missoula.  He sure is a beauty!

Dukes Band, July 31, 2012
Dukes Band
Missoula, July 31, 2012

We saw Morning Star’s band and Doc’s band come down before it got quiet again.

Hataalli, July 31, 2012
Felina
Gaelic Princess and Hailstorm
Audobon
Hailstorm
Morning Star

I will miss Jenny, the next day she would be removed. It seemed like she was a bit of an outsider with this band for most of the spring and summer.  Broken Bow was pretty hard on her, it seemed, and she always stood a bit off most of the time.  In fact I got the feeling Jenny wanted to leave this band.  The last time I was here in early July, Doc had to keep snaking her back into the band.  But this day she seemed content and one of the band.  I was happy for her.

Doc’s Band, July 31, 2012
Malpais and Broken Bow, July 31, 2012
Doc
Doc’s Band
Jenny, July 31, 2012

We watched Tecumseh slowly make his way back up the hill from drinking.

Tecumseh, July 31, 2012

As we headed up from the pond we saw White Cloud and his band come running in.  In the three weeks since I had seen Mica, he had grown and changed so much.  He ran next to his father, and then passed him.

White Cloud’s Band
Mica’s gets ready to run right past his dad, July 31, 2012

Shortly before sunset that day Lori and I drove back down towards the pond.  We saw 4 horses as we approached the fence.  They were Two Boots, Jasper, Garay and Santa Fe.

I am happy that Jasper was not removed.  He is the son of Galena and Jackson, Lakota’s grandson.  He has been hanging out with Two Boots (his grandfather) for a few months now.  I hope he continues to do so.  Two Boots is 24 this year.  He will be able to teach the three year old Jasper a lot.

Jasper was a “Tier Two A” removal.  I am not sure why he was not removed.  But if I was to take a guess, because Jasper was with Two Boots, I would bet that they never even saw them.

Jasper has a lot going for him, Jackson’s son, Lakota and Two Boot’s grandson, being shown the ropes by an old and wise stallion.  I am looking forward to watching him grow old on the mountain.

Jasper, July 31, 2012
Two Boots, July 31, 2012
Garay
Santa Fe
Jasper and Garay, July 31, 2012

That night Lori and I had a band of horses lie down right by our trucks.  It was too dark to see who they were, but it was a comfort and a peace to have them there.

Sandy

Sunset, July 31, 2012
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