Auction Day

Cowboy hats are real, and so are turquoise pointy toed boots, and they're in no shortage if you know the right places. Amidst all the bejeweled back pockets of jeans and belt buckles that look like they could be used to brand a calf were over a hundred wild 'stangs. All arranged neatly in squares in a perfectly round ring in middle tennessee. Them cowboys have it down to a scientific art form. I just cringe any time they pass under a gate. It's a wonder nobody's fallen off like in a poorly written movie fight scene. The BLM doesn't seem like one to drug horses but they all seemed calmer than expected. Everybody knows mustangs are fire breathing dragons. Naturally all fire breathing dragons are manipulative and most likely cast a love spell on anyone who dares come near them because choosing just one is quite possibly one of the most heart wrenching things in the entire southeastern United States. We almost came home with three. And trying to predict what a horse will go for at auction is like trying to predict the outcomes of a slot machine. So when the second choice horse went to the pool, you best believe it was a mad dash to the BLM lady to see if that was even allowed. Reason was able to conquer the situation and we left with this beauty.