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We stopped enroute to fix a trail lunch, relieving the pack horse of much of his load. It was, you might say, a case of transferring edibles from his back to our bellies, and when we resaddled to the backs of each individual mount. Our horses eryoyed their own “trail lunch,” the hish grass still growing in the former pastureland.
As we ate we were joined by John Hill of Culpeper and some friends from North Carolina, who rode up from the south.
Upon approaching the Cattle Scales, we had our first glimpse of the wild ponies which inhabit the area. Two mares and their foals seemed unperturbed by our arrival. Our guide, a forest ranger, and a group of his friends formed a corporation several years ago and, after obtaining permission from the Department of the Interior, fenced off several hundred acres as protection for the ponies. They provide the ponies with salt, keep them wormed, and bring in feed when it snows.
They also have a round-up and sale similar to the wild pony roundup held each year in Chincoteague. Each year they sell off a few of the colts and fillies. Did you know that there are two places in Virginia where there are wild pony roundups?
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