When Animals Attack
I once witnessed my best friend savaged near to death by a flock of rampant killer sheep.
It's a kill-or-be-killed world out there and poor Steve Irwin never made it back alive. Tell us your tales of survival.
( , Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:45)
I once witnessed my best friend savaged near to death by a flock of rampant killer sheep.
It's a kill-or-be-killed world out there and poor Steve Irwin never made it back alive. Tell us your tales of survival.
( , Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:45)
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Eggses
Used to be staple of the crofter's diet. Not sure what they taste like, but anything you have to climb a cliff-face to get, with the chance of falling to your messy death must mean they're either nice or you're facing death from starvation.
Plover's eggs used to be very popular.
(And a Hushpower .410 is quite a useful bit of tackle for subtle flappy-thing removal chores or stealthy wabbit wemoval.)
(Or poaching, as it's otherwise known)
( , Mon 28 Apr 2008, 14:19, Reply)
Used to be staple of the crofter's diet. Not sure what they taste like, but anything you have to climb a cliff-face to get, with the chance of falling to your messy death must mean they're either nice or you're facing death from starvation.
Plover's eggs used to be very popular.
(And a Hushpower .410 is quite a useful bit of tackle for subtle flappy-thing removal chores or stealthy wabbit wemoval.)
(Or poaching, as it's otherwise known)
( , Mon 28 Apr 2008, 14:19, Reply)
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