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back when you could grow an awesome, Bob Foote ponytail.
If you are referring to the author photo accompanying those articles, there is a story of course.
I was in the midst of a solo paddle down Boquillas Canyon in Big Bend. One of the side canyons where I camped was home to a small band of wild horses.
Wild-ish. Not so wild that they were not invasively curious about my campsite. When they got overly curious about my tent and gear I would jump up and shout BOOGABOOGABOOGA. They would run off a ways, but soon return. It got to be a game, and I was willing to play if they were.
I made a grassy headdress and began crawling through the underbrush with a flimsy reed spear, whereupon I would jump up, throw my 1 ounce spear and shout BOOGABOOGABOOGA.
I swear I heard them laughing at me, so I took that timer self-portrait. OK, they probably were laughing.