This was posted on my local CL today.
Not sure if anyone can help out but I thought I would post it.
Some nice looking horses.
I believe (but not 100% sure) its the feedlot that used to be run by Gary Seal and is now owned by Chuck Walker.
370 Palen Road, Zillah, WA
(I think this is Yakima County)
The rescue would know for sure which feedlot it is.
So contact them if your interested.
Ive seen reports of Chuck being investigated in 2008 and other reports that dealing directly with him is the way to go. You may make up your own mind by contacting both the rescue and Chuck (if they are at his feedlot) and then deciding.
HORSES destined for slaughter need help!! For sale until Tuesday.
Date: 2010-09-19, 9:44AM PDT
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Phantom Meadow Equine, A Nonprofit Corporation is trying to raise money to save several horses bound for slaughter. These horses are in a feedlot in Zillah, Wa. right now. They only have until Tuesday when they will be shipped to slaughter. These are NICE horses, registered quarterhorse, registered Appaloosa, thoroughbred, mule and many more. We would like to rescue as many as we can but cannot do so without donations and support from the public. We are pleading with anyone who loves animals to help us save these horses. Please visit our website and if you are interested in donating just click on the 'DONATE' button on our 'Donate & Volunteer' page. Thank-you!!!!!!!!!!!
If you would like to purchase one for yourself please respond to this ad for more information on how to do so.
'Phantom Meadow Equine, A Nonprofit Corporation' is a no-kill equine rescue specializing in special needs and slaughterbound equines.
Pictures are of some of the horses in the feedlot available that we would like to rescue. Please help us save their lives. They are quickly running out of time and we are their only hope!!!
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