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A new friend invited me to enjoy a few days on his ranch. It was a welcoming invitation that my inner pioneering spirit could not refuse. Life had built up a myriad of stresses to strain the reservoir that was holding back the enormous bulge.
Before the dam could burst I was on the road for some solitude. As the miles melted behind me the relaxation already began an amazing sense of relief. Rejuvenating waves of pressure oozed away and a contentment with a smile emerged in its place.
I dropped my gear off in my room and wandered through the muddy path to meet Paul. He and I smiled. Even though it had been some time since we first met, we talked about our last adventure together like it was just a few days in the past.
Paul waved me off and told me to go out and enjoy the ranch. Now, we laid out a quick strategy. My camera was in my hands and my boots took me to where I would see the wildlife that lived on his land.
The hot Texas sun was dropping low, just caressing the horizon. Diffused light laid a gentle hue on the grounds around me. In the tall grass I could see trails of animals that knew these woods much better than me.
As if appearing at the wave of a magician’s wand, a beast strolled into view. It was a fabulous Corsican Ram. On its head was a 3/4 curl of powerful horns.
Its coat was Palomino over the top but the underbelly was in a contrasting black. Speckles of black patched its face. This ram showed no fear. But, it did not know that i was present, perched on a platform five feet above the ground.
Every part of this male animal was muscle. Scratches and scrapes on its horn told of past exploits where it had squared off with lessor rams, beat them into submission and carried on with the spoils of the annual rut. His offspring would someday wander these woods as well.
The Creator designed this fighting machine. He proportioned it to launch its entire body into a butting of heads. Now, it was looking for food, to graze on while one human nearby snapped pictures to remember the moment. I always think of the word majestic when I see and ram with powerful curled horns. What comes to your mind?
photo credit: brucefong cellphone photography