UPDATING this story about the virtual disappearance of 1700 wild horses, which I published in my previous blog about the wild horses called Humane Observer:  Elyse Gardner…
These stunning horses from Nevada’s Calico Complex roundup deeply touched me.  It was so cold the day I shot this photo, about 18F degrees, as high on the slope with our silhouettes hidden in the rocks we waited for the sound of the helicopter, which would signify wild horses running their last run in freedom, headed for the trap 120 yards or so below me.  When they finally appeared, it was obvious they were tired as they followed the vigorous Judas horse sprinting his 75 yards into the trap pen.  They were a small band, just the four of them,  swooshing back and forth together as one body, clearly frightened and knowing they were trapped.  Have my worst fears for them come to pass?   Have their worst fears come to pass? 

Here we are in the third month of 2014, and still the Government Accountability Office, who promised a report by 2013 year end, has issued no report, nor has it identified the BLM personnel responsible for the egregious and blatant betrayal of public trust the BLM committed when it repeatedly sold truckloads of adult wild horses, totaling 1700 animals within three years, to one man known to favor horse slaughter, a man who makes most of his living transporting truckloads of large animals.  So where did he bring the horses?

Tom Davis, the man I am describing,  has yet to be held accountable.  Even more disturbing to me, the Bureau of Land Management personnel responsible for repeatedly selling Mr. Davis our wild horses — which may very well include our frightened friends above — has yet to answer for her crimes against these animals.  I know the woman who signed the papers and I asked her point blank:  “How could you do it?”   She said she didn’t suspect anything.  I cannot believe her.  She isn’t stupid.  She isn’t blind.
The Government Accountability Office (“GAO”) had promised to have a report done by year’s end in 2013.  The silence is deafening.
For good background information watch the NBC News story on the missing horses, which includes my Humane Observer footage of the young two-year-old wild horse being pushed by the helicopter skids  My colleagues and I made our knowledge and our footage, gleaned over the last few years of dedication to helping the horses, available to NBC, and they did an excellent job on this story.   And then please read more…
For two decades many have known that somethings smells funny about the Bureau of Land Management ‘s “long-term holding” aspect of the wild horse program, and the foul odor isn’t coming from the horses.
The spiriting away of up to 11,000 captured wild horses yearly, who are rounded up and sent east into leased long-term holding pastures on private ranches behind locked gates where no private citizen is permitted to visit or verify unless a “public tour” has been arranged, has long aroused deep concern about the longterm holding program. Questions became suspicions about whether all the wild horses who arrived there were safely grazing away, living happily-ever-after idyllic lives on rolling hills of green among their same-sex wild horse friends as BLM officials staunchly claim.Read more of the original story here


A family band consists of a stallion, his mares, and their offspring. After the colts reach two years old, they are subject to being ejected from the band by the ever protective stallion, who is the epitome of macho and the source of the term “stud”— who is always defending his mares from theft by other band stallions or from bachelor studs trying to start their own bands.

Meet Bolder and family, grazing atop the mountains a week before 2009 Pryor Mountain Roundup.Mildly curious, his buckskin daughter, Jewel, watches me photographing her family. As is the custom of foals, Jewel stays very close to her mother, aunts, and father, the handsome smokey palomino named Bolder, Cloud’s son.

The Pryor Mountain wild horse herd of currently around 169 horses is the only remaining wild horse herd in the state of Montana.   These horses live atop the Pryor Mountains in the summer.  

In September 2009, the Bureau of Land Management (BLM) scheduled Cattoor Livestock Roundups, who specializes in capturing wild horses by chasing them into a pen with a helicopter, to come catch all the Prior Mountain wild horses in order to remove them down to 120 horses.  There were around 190 horses at the time:  beautiful, healthy horses, as you can see.

Their other purpose for the capture was to treat all the mares over one year old with an infertility drug called PZP  The herd lives on a 40,000-acre wild horse range.  BLM wanted to remove the horses down to only 90 − 120 animals, ignoring Dr. Gus Cothrans, their consulting expert equine geneticist, who has repeatedly cautioned BLM that 150 adult reproduction-capable animals is the “rock bottom” number needed to ensure healthy, genetically sound future generations. 

The run down the mountain was 10.8 miles as the crow files, but horses aren’t crows. Horses zig-zag to try evading the helicopter, so these animals ran 13 − 20 miles.

There is no legal limit as to how far the helicopter can stampede the horses, and that is something wild horse advocates are working hard to change so that people can be held accountable to truly humane standards which do not change depending on who is in charge that day.

Several family bands are driven into the trap pen. The bands must be separated quickly into separate pens, or the stallions will fight over the mares.

We were positioned by BLM and roundup staff, hidden behind jute fabric like you see in the photo above, so we could only see the final moments of the chase, with the helicopter coming in very close to the horses to pressure them into the trap.  

They will follow the “Judas horse,” so named because he is a domestic horse trained to gallop hard and fast into the trap, thereby leading the frightened wild horses who are falsely encouraged to run, upon seeing a fellow horse galloping confidently forward, right into the trap.  

Little Jewel sleeps in the pen surrounded by her protective band.

Remember lovely little Adelina and her young momma, Halcyon, from my first post?  They were not rounded up, were spared the long, hot run many miles down into the pens.  What a relief!   A baby horse’s hooves are not yet hard enough to withstand much of anything.

In the only roundup of its kind, the stallion, Bolder, is permitted to stay with his band.  In all other BLM roundups, stallions are separated from mares in the trap pen.  If they are to be returned to the wild, they are returned separately — mares with mares, and studs with studs —  and, unbelievably, the stallion has to go about rebuilding his family, fighting off other studs to do so.  This causes extreme social chaos, and the National Academy of Sciences Study of the Wild Horse and Burro Program recently found this to be one many ills plaguing this program.

Here, the horses are exhausted but calm; they are together in their family. The blue dots mean they are the fortunate ones who will be returned to the range; the pilot can see the dot and will not attempt to recapture them if they are still capturing horses when Bolder’s band is released.


After running for over an hour a minimum of 12 miles down the mountain, descending 5,000 on rocky terrain while keeping pace with the adults, an exhausted Jewel gets restorative sleep safely surrounded by her family.

However, these little foals in the video weren’t as fortunate.  The smallest one was supposed to be released with her mother, but her injuries were too pronounced, and she was kept in captivity to be treated.

Next time we will see the horses released and see what a noble wild stallion does when a family member is taken and he is set free.  I hope this wasn’t too much information for you.  Please let me know your thoughts.  Thank you for coming along to share my Wild Horse Times!

I remain
for the wild horses and their stalwart burro friends, captive and free,
for all who came before and all those yet to be,

Elyse Gardner


I stood rapt watching this young wild mare and her first foal (Halcyon and Adelina) on this beautiful summer day in the Pryor Mountains, and the dread started working its cold grip up my chest.

Wild horses in the mountains in family bands took turns drinking and playing in their family groups at the large water hole.  The horses in their natural lives on the mountain in their families were spellbinding, and my new camera and I gobbled up the feast of images in an effort to capture the fullness and quiet beauty of the majesty of the horse families.  Everything about the horses living on the mountains was right.

I walked toward a wooded thicket, following the sounds of an occasional snort and swish of a tail as the grazing horses kept their customary summer fly vigil.  I peered through some bushes and literally stopped in my tracks so I didn’t spook the lovely grulla mare and her resting baby.

The mare saw me and told her filly it would be a good idea to get up, which is what she is doing in the photograph to the right which looks like she posed for the camera.  But these horses were somewhat accustomed to human visitors, so although wary, she didn’t leave.  The filly, Adelina, stood up and started eating lunch as her very young mother, still just a filly herself at only just over two years old, continued to rest her eyes on me.  The trust she showed honored me tremendously.  You can’t help but take it personally when a horse, wild or domestic, trusts you.  Makes you feel special and understood.   But when a wild one trusts you, it’s one of the best feelings in the world.


As Halcyon nursed her baby, Adelina, I recognized her parents, Red Raven and Blue Sioux, made famous by Ginger Kathrens in her first documentary about Cloud, the palomino stallion, who I encountered about 10 minutes later.

As Halcyon nursed her baby, Adelina, I recognized her parents dozing quietly behind her, Red Raven and Blue Sioux, made famous by Ginger Kathrens in her first documentary about Cloud, the palomino stallion, who I encountered about 10 minutes later. Red Raven is Cloud’s red roan brother. He and Blue Sioux have a unique bond and quite the love story, which Ginger captures in her documentary.  At the time of my photograph here, they  had been together over nine years. Three generations of wild horses stood together quietly in that thicket.

My peace was steadily eroding, consumed by the dread creeping over me.  I had never seen a wild horse helicopter roundup before, but these animals would be chased over 10 miles in 90-plus-degree heat in just a few days.  I was scheduled to leave the day before it started.  This infant, whose hooves were not even hard yet, couldn’t run 10-plus miles! How on earth could these people seriously proceed with this plan?  How could I leave?

I hope you will come back next week when I will pick up with more Wild Horse Times and give you an update on these horses and more.  Thank you for stopping by!