“Tacking Up”

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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

The rusted weathered barn door creaks open.

The old Gaucho hears the snort from Old Paint’s stall.

Barn dust and bits of hay flutter through shafts of light from the holes in the roof.

Time for tacking up Old Paint for another five-day ride on La Pampas searching for lost cattle.

The old Gaucho slowly shuffles to the tack room. Rough, gnarled hands fumble through fifty-six years of jumbled, worn, stained tack hanging from paint peeling wooden pegs; saddles, stirrups, halters, bridles, hackamores, reins, bits, harnesses, breastplates, martingales, spurs, hoof boots and horseshoes.

Old Paint holds his head up. Snorts again.

“Cut ‘em out”

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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

After years of hugging the horn of a sweaty leather saddle, dust, dirt, grass, sand and roping the thick necks of bulls on the rich Argentina plain known as La Pampas, the Gaucho’s dear old weathered friend comes home to rest at the end of the ride.

“Big Chill”

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ARGENTINA Through Harold’s Lens:

“-18 degrees”, they had said.

“45 mph winds blowing from the Northeast”.

Alone, out on the Argentina La Pampas, broad-brimmed leather hat brim bowed low over his bushy moustache against the biting, blowing snow, the old grey-haired Gaucho slowly plowed through the deep drifts on horseback. Warm wool pancho trying to protect his wrinkled body.

“Damn, seven cattle still missing, the aging Gaucho said to himself.” “I’m an old throwback.”

“All the other Gauchos drive around in warm trucks looking for their cattle.

Maybe the thrill has gone.

“Wrap Em”

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ARGENTINA. Through Harold’s Lens:

Clouds of dust flying from the pounding hoofs of the galloping horse, the macho moustached Gaucho rips across the rich Argentina plain known as La Pampas.

A spooked wild animal tears ahead of him!

Rapidly swinging the bolas throwing weapon above his head, the Gaucho lets the bolas fly entangling the captured animal’s legs.

Made by braiding leather cords and attaching balls at the end of the cords, a bolas is a throwing weapon most famously used by gauchos in South America.