Swoon, swoon! I think I'm in love, or something'
Braved a 150 mile drive, one way, on snowy roads and interstate traffic and followed the gps to the ugliest damn animal that I have ever seen.
Yep, a mammoth jack. If it's body matched its head that sucker would weight 1600 pounds.
This is the one in northern Ut.
He's a good solid 15 hh with good bone.
He's in mid life and has nothing done with him except feet trimming, breeding a couple of mares, trailered and hauled the owner from one end of the pasture to the other a couple of times while irrigating. Guess he can't be spoiled . . . much.
I walked through a horse pasture to get to him. The horses were the fattest I've ever seen. They were worse than goats for crowding me. They were full of P&V, having a good time.
Then there was the Donk. I don't think he was fully aware that he was alive. He was about 5' on the other side of the fence. Paid no attention to me till I stopped by him. He slowly turned his head towards me and the horses and gave the poorest excuse of a bray that I have ever heard. It was so bad I wondered if he had a bad case of heaves. :roll eyes: Then he went back to grazing. That sucker ate so slow that I doubt that he could ever get a belly full.
His feet were good but I think I could lay down and roll faster than he was walkin'.
Talk about ears. They were the only thing that went along with the size of his head. What a beauty. If I were a mare that ugly sucker wouldn't get even close/
The darn thing is I think I gotta have something like that. I've done some silly things in my life, so why not another. I can only imagine what It'd look like, me on the donk followed by a pack goat string with two one the goats w/no ears. IF there were any traffic around here that would certainly stop it.
Stopped by B-B Leather and talked to Jessie. Jessie is a packer, guide, horseman and saddle maker. He straightened me out on all the BS stuff I've been soaking up from the web. He figures he as around 1500 miles on his personal mule which he recently sold. All those miles were packing and riding in Salmon, Sawtooth and Selway mountains. Turns out, if a saddle fits, a saddle fits. Simple as that.
I think I'll do a bit of dickerin' and see what comes out of this. . . .besides a divorce after 45 years.