Wednesday, October 21, 2026

Trail Log: 10-19-2026



  • Trail: Wickenburg Massacre Site
  • Mile: 8.41
  • Riders: Self - Celia
  • Horses: Jack - Smoothie
  • Dogs: No dogs

Notes: We had to make a run to Wickenburg so we decided to haul the horses with us and ride out toward the Massacre Site. Last year about this time, we searched for a GEO cache out there. We never found it. This time - I accidently stumbled upon a cache while out visiting a tree with my name on it! It was a great cache - full of all sorts of stuff. We didn't have anything to leave since we weren't planning on finding a cache so signed the log, took nothing and left nothing. Fun day! 

"The one and only" cache


Trail Log: 10-18-2026


Apparently I only took videos that day so here is a picture of brownies, instead. 


  • Trail: The Tank - Back Gate - Aguila
  • Miles: 3
  • Riders: Self - Nina
  • Horses: Drifter - Barbosa 
  • Dogs: Groot - Harley - Pilot

Notes: A short after practice ride to the tank. The last time I looked, the tank had water in it but it was dry this time. It was a short ride, but we solved all the worlds problems by the time we made it back to the arena. 



Trail Log: 10-17-2026




  • Trail: Tiger Wash - S Eagle Eye - Aguila 
  • Miles: 4.85
  • Riders: Self - Celia - Nina
  • Horses: Jack - Smoothie - Barbosa
  • Dogs: Groot - Harley 

Notes: Celia needed to blow the dust off her filly she hasn't ridden in 3 months so we opted for Tiger Wash. The deep sand not only wears them out fast, it's also a softer place to land if it goes south. It did not go south - Smoothie is going to be a good one. Very nice day and happy to have Celia back with us! 








Sunday, October 4, 2026

Trail Log: 10-3-2026



  • Trail: Back Gate - State Land
  • Miles: 5.19
  • Riders: Self
  • Horses: Jack
  • Dogs: Groot - Harley

Notes: I had planned to take a longer ride and do some exploring above the power line. The mosquitoes had plans of their own. There plan was to drain Jack and I of all our blood supply AND drive us totally nuts. We made it to the powerline Rd and bagged it. Somewhere along the way I noticed Harley had vanished. The last time I saw her she was hot on the tail of a jackrabbit. Groot is beyond that type of nonsense and was trotting quietly behind me. I whistled a few times but no Harley. I wasn't terribly worried about her. She knows her way home and I hadn't seen any coyotes close that might try to get her - if there were, Groot wouldn't let them pack her off. He's not a fan of Coyotes. Anyway - we rode home and there was Harley Quinn sitting out back staring at the direction we'd come. She's turning out to be a pretty good dog. 

Bunny chasing is exhausting work


Trail Log: 10-4-2026


Mike working on the road down there...somewhere


  • Trail: The hood - Lutch's - State Land - Back gate
  • Miles: 6
  • Riders: Self - Nina
  • Horses: Drifter - Barbosa
  • Dogs: left them home

Notes: Today's weathercast brought to you by: Blow your balloons into the next county. We had every intention of practicing this morning. It started out pretty nice. By the time we got in the saddle and started to warm up - the wind was blowing the target stands over and carrying the balloons into the next county. I don't mind shooting in the wind. We often do at many of our competitions. It's good to practice balloon killing in the wind. However, I do mind having to climb off my horse every 3 minutes to upright target stands and go on a fun filled day of balloon hunting. Like Easter - only with non-edible latex instead of delicious chocolate filled plastic eggs. If the former were the case - we might still be out there! Instead - we unanimously agreed to bag it and ride outside the arena instead. 

I had an errand to run. A good neighbor, Mike - maintains our road out here. With the recent rains - he has been on his grader fixing this road for the entire neighborhood after each rain. He won't hit you up for the  price of his time or diesel. Even if fuel wasn't dang near 7 bucks a gallon - you would think people who live off this road would help defer his fuel costs. Nope. Some do. Most don't. He tried to tell me he wasn't going to do it anymore so to NOT send him any money. Yet - there he was after the first rain - grading away. Again - he told me not to send him money - he wasn't doing it again. He lied...again! I ran into him one morning just after the second big rain... fixing the road. He tried to give me the: This is the last time speech as before.  I didn't fall for it. This time, I'd leave him money if I had to leave it under the cover of night while they slept! I'm pretty sure that would get me shot. I'd best plan this stealth endeavor more carefully. 

I bet they had the boat up on the lake this fine Sunday morning. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to ride on over to Mike and Jenny's - leave some cash anonymously and dash out unnoticed. Nina was up for it so off we rode. It seems balloons weren't the only things blowing in the wind! If you ever wonder if your horse is broke - take 'em on a neighborhood jaunt on a windy day. Every conceivable thing was flapping, flying, rolling or otherwise creating enough chaotic terror to get you bucked off. Trash cans...water troughs...tarps, Walmart bags...some weird strands of unidentified eerie material draped around a post that looked like Medusa head full of snakes on a rampage. That one was interesting. If they couldn't find something to visually spook at - the auditory delights off all things horse-eating created by high winds was enough to do it. We figured if we were going to survive it - we best break into a long trot/lope and give them something else to think about. It worked. And really - both horses did awful good for that much spooky-shit going on. 

We made it to Lutch's without getting bucked off and wouldn't you know it...there's Mike milling around in the carport. Dang.  So much for my stealth plan of anonymity. I basically said hi, stuffed the cash in his shirt pocket and rode off before he could protest. I'd like to say I "Swung into the saddle and dashed away," but those days are long gone. I can't swing on a porch swing let alone a saddle. 

We were not too keen on riding back out through the hood so we rode out Mikes back gate onto State Land and back to my place. We made it back just before the BIG WIND really hit. We put the horses up and drove to The Coyote for lunch...where the food is plentiful and the wind don't matter..


Medusa of the Desert

Thursday, October 1, 2026

The Desert Gypsy Creations - Let the Adventure Begin

 



I'm not particularly good at promoting myself.

There. I said it.

This is probably a little ridiculous, considering how much time I've spent over the years promoting other people's stuff.

I've built websites for people. I've managed Facebook pages. I've made artwork, graphics and videos. I've helped people figure out how to present what they're doing to the world. I've written things for them. I've helped them sell their stuff.

And I don't mind doing any of that.

In fact, I enjoy it. I hope to continue to do so!

Give me somebody else's project and I'm perfectly happy to stand behind it waving a flag and yelling, “Look at this! Isn't this cool?”

Give me something I created myself and suddenly I'm standing behind a curtain going, “Well...I mean...it's probably nothing.”

I don’t think that is an uncommon thing, either. Take my sister for example. She is an AMAZING artist. She creates works unlike anything you will see anywhere else. I’ve said to her: “Poopy Pants”  (yes, that’s what I called her when we were little and she might kill me if I use her real name) Anyway, I said “This stuff should be in a gallery or on-line where people can buy it!” Her replay was always: “I don’t like marketing my stuff. I just want to paint.” I get it.

 

There's something uncomfortable about saying, “Hey, I made this. I think it's pretty good. You should buy it.”

Somewhere in my head is a little band of Minions that immediately starts asking questions.

Who do you think you are?

What if nobody likes it?

What if people think you're full of yourself?

What if it's not actually good enough?

That last one is probably the real one.

I'm much more comfortable helping somebody else believe in what they've created than I am believing in something I've created myself.

Which brings me to my latest adventure.

Apparently, I've created a thing called The Desert Gypsy Creations.

I use the word adventure deliberately because calling it a business makes it sound much more organized than it actually feels. “Business” also sounds too…sterile? Boring? Rigid?

This wasn't some carefully constructed entrepreneurial plan.

There was no five-year business plan.

There wasn't even a particularly well-developed one-year plan.

It started because I wrote a book. Actually, this is my second book in print. The first was one I wrote over 17 years ago. I sold a few. Had a book signing. Discovered I was way too introverted for those and called it good.

I continued to write. Blogging suited me well. Then – one thing evolved into the next and I wrote a book that is more like a manual, really.

And then I had to figure out what the hell to do with this “manual/book.”

The book is called Introducing Cowboy Mounted Shooting: An Introductory Guide to the Sport of Cowboy Mounted Shooting.

I wrote it because I kept seeing new shooters trying to wrap their heads around a sport that has its own language, its own patterns, its own rules and its own peculiar little collection of things that make perfect sense once you understand them and absolutely no sense whatsoever when you're standing outside the arena watching somebody tear around on a horse shooting balloons.

So I wrote the book I wished somebody had handed me when I first got into mounted shooting.

And then, because apparently writing a book wasn't enough of an adventure, I decided I needed a way to actually sell the thing.

That's when The Desert Gypsy Creations started taking shape.

I didn’t have to think long on the name. I had already called my ranch here in Arizona “El Rancho Gitana del Desierto. (The Desert Gypsy Ranch)

It was simply a name that felt like me.

I've always made things.

Words. Pictures. Graphics. Videos. Projects. Ideas. Sometimes things that probably didn't need to be made at all but got made anyway because I wondered if I could do it.

So Creations seemed appropriate.

And Desert Gypsy?

Well...that's a longer story.

And apparently Facebook has opinions about it.

I originally tried to use The Desert Gypsy Creations on Facebook.

Facebook said no.

So I tried Desert Gypsy Creations.

Facebook said no again.

Eventually, through the highly scientific process of changing one word and seeing what happened, I discovered the hang up for FB was the word Gypsy.

Change it to Gitana and suddenly everything was fine.

So, according to Facebook, Desert Gitana Creations is perfectly acceptable while Desert Gypsy Creations apparently requires an intervention in diversity and inclusion.

I found this particularly entertaining because gitana is simply the Spanish word for gypsy.

Apparently the robots don’t speak Spanish.

I don't pretend to understand it.

So if you see Desert Gitana Creations on Facebook, that's why.

The actual name of the thing I've created is still The Desert Gypsy Creations.

And somewhere in all of this, I realized that this little collection of things I'm creating doesn't really need to fit into one neat category.

There will be the book.

There will probably be more books.

There is artwork.

There is music.

There are various other unrelated projects. I am currently restoring an old 1989 Jeep XJ I affectionately call Dino. I think that belongs in the creations category, don’t you?

There are probably going to be other things that I haven't thought of yet because I have a terrible habit of wandering down interesting roads just to see where they go.

And that's really what this is.

Another road.

Another adventure.

Another one of those “Well, I've never done that before, so let's see what happens” moments.

Which brings me back to the uncomfortable part.

Actually telling people about it.

I can promote somebody else's work all day long.

I can look at something they've created and immediately see what is interesting about it. I can figure out how to show it to people. I can make the graphics. I can build the page. I can write the words.

But when it's mine?

That's harder.

Maybe because when you're promoting somebody else's work, rejection isn't really about you.

When you're promoting your own work, it feels a whole lot more personal.

If somebody doesn't like something I made, well...they didn't just reject a product.

They rejected a little piece of myself that I dragged out into public and set on the table.

That's a different animal.

And I'm still learning how to do it.

So this post is me practicing.

Not standing on a virtual street corner yelling “BUY MY BOOK!”

Just saying:

I made something.

I put a lot of thought into it.

I think it might be useful to somebody.

And I'm going to give myself permission to let people know it exists.

So, about the book...

Introducing Cowboy Mounted Shooting: An Introductory Guide to the Sport of Cowboy Mounted Shooting is exactly what the title says.

It's an introduction to the sport, written primarily with the new shooter in mind.

It covers the language of the sport, how to get started, what gear is required and other vital resources you will need. It is intended to make your first trip to a mounted-shooting event look considerably less intimidating.

It's not intended to replace getting on a horse, finding a good instructor and learning how to safely shoot.

Nothing replaces that.

But there are a whole lot of things you can learn from a book before you ever point a horse toward a starting line.

And now there is an actual physical copy of that book sitting on my desk.

Which still feels a little strange.

This adventure has gotten real.

If you'd like to take a look, you can find the book through The Desert Gypsy Creations.

https://the-desert-gypsy-creations.square.site/

https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61595001210081

 

And there it is.

My latest adventure.

I have absolutely no idea where it's going.

But then again, I've never been particularly good at knowing where I'm going.

I've always been much better at wandering around until I find something interesting.

That's probably how I ended up here in the first place.




 

Sunday, September 27, 2026

Trail Log: 9-27-2026

Drifter chilling between runs


  • Trail: State Land - Aguila
  • Miles: 3.87
  • Riders: Self - Nina
  • Horses: Drifter - Barbosa 
  • Dogs: Groot - Harley - Pilot

Notes: Pre shooting-practice ride. After Nina got dumped at last practice - we decided we better warm up a little better before going straight to shooting. We rode out with the intent of riding to Burro Canyon. That intent went by the wayside after the second rattler sighting. This after killing a Mojave last night. I was puttering around in the evening and spotted one slithering out of the horse pen and under my truck. It was  chill for a Mojave. They are normally very aggressive. This one was fat, slow and didn't buzz me or the dogs. I almost felt bad dispatching it. Apparently not bad enough. I shot it 8 times and then cut it's head off AND cremated it in the burn barrel. The recent rain drives them out from what I hear. I also hear they are having their creepy little babies this time of year. I'm pretty sure if I saw a rattle snake giving birth I would die on the spot. That's why I spent 8 rounds of bird shot on the one last night. I wasn't taking any chances of it spitting out a squirming mass of hissing evil. *shudder*

Practice was great. Drifter and I shaved off a second between two runs and was within 3/100's of a second between a dry run (no shooting) and a live run.