Last of the Land Tour

This is the last of the journey around

the former 3 Strikes Mustang Ranch.

Some believe 'he just got in over his head'.

I see the fences unattended: broken wires and posts.

It is a wonder the whole herd of horses

did not escape from their approaching death.

It may be somewhat difficult to see,

but there are horses in the background

of this picture. It is sad that there is no feed.

This is an awful lot of land,

with nothing but miles of sand.

This poor girl did not make it.

Neither did her baby.

But this is what she,

as so many others,

had to eat.

They stand on the horizon.

Jason told me once,

that mustangs do not eat

the same as domestic horses.

There are 5 horses in the background.

How far did they have to go to get water?

They weren't going to find it here.

Something I'll never understand,

how can anyone see these pictures...

and still believe he cared for the horses?

My thought is, if you have a horse rescue

and you don't see anything wrong with

the pictures of this land....

You may not be worthy of having horses...

This carcass was quite close the the windmill.

Can there be any doubt

of what happened here?

Jason said his ranch was the only

one in the United States that had

the most variety of mustangs...

It still may be true,

but their bones are piled

on the ground

under hay.

These horses were all on the west

side of the place.

They died from what?

Old age?

How many said

that these are all just cow bones?

***

In the harassment case that Jason

was trying to get pinned on me....

This was the conversation

about the windmills:

Jason, "What about the windmill?"

You mentioned on the forum seeing

the windmill down."

Vicki, "Yes."

Jason (smugly), "You said on the forum

the windmill wasn't working,

then you said it was turned off.

Which is it?"

Vicki, "Well, if it is turned off, it's not working."

(It wasn't long after that,

the whole thing was on the ground.)

I had taken roughly 475 pictures

of the perimeter of the X 3x's.

We are now back to the north side

of the former 3 Strikes

and I am standing on our land.

I had put together a folder of

184 of those pictures.

(Notice again, the path of eaten

grass on our side)

During the trial, there were SO MANY

pictures entered in to evidence,

I was told I would have to cut some of mine.

I made a cut to 31.

I would have to cut more.

"Down to how many?"

'Three.'

"Three, how can I do that?"

'Find 4. We'll see.'

El Mariachi was to stay as one.

I picked 3 others.

Only 2 of those were entered,

along with El Mariachi.

(They are not shown on my blog)

That goes to show, there was enough

evidence without any of these

pictures, to prove just how much

Jason actually loved

and cared for the horses.

This is a 'gate latch' Jason put up.
He actually took ours off
when he moved in,
and replaced it with this!
Some more of his 'old school'.




The sign is down, and this land
breathes a breath of fresh air.
The new owners are wonderful,
and God has brought change.....
for the good.