Looks like that mule is still miffed at getting caught.
Until I caught it that mule had been running free with a saddle strapped on, a bit in its mouth, reins twisted around its from legs (up high so it could move pretty well) and dragging a rope.
The dang thing was worn down and probably still ticked at me for when I tackled it and rolled off a short rock bluff with it.
Somehow after 8 days that saddle was still on tight enough I could have hopped right on. A spot about 4” diameter was rubbed raw under the conch and maggots had started to set in. Otherwise it was in fairly good shape.
I took a mule ride to the bottom of the Grand Canyon about thirty years ago. From a liability standpoint, I find it amazing that they can run that sort of business. They have some people that have never ridden before, going down a trail about five feet wide, with a HUGE drop off at the edge.
I think the mules are more predictable and less prone to sudden spooking.
..................and they know those trails. Makes you wonder how many times they go up and down those trails in their lifetimes.
hugs, Brandi