We were slowly moving with the wind along a shoreline looking for bass and carp on the edges of the weeds. The summer need for irrigation water downstream has the reservoir levels several feet below full pool, so somewhere between the water and the traditional shoreline there is dry land. From a distance, we saw something grazing. Something big and orange. I asked my brother, “Hey, is that a small horse?” thinking it might have escaped from a nearby farm. My brother said he was wondering the same thing. As we drifted closer, the animal lifted its head, and sent us both scrambling for the camera.