When animals attack...
I once, accidentally, punched a racoon.
It had wandered into my tent, I was half asleep and thought it was a mate pratting around. There was a yelp and then all hell broke loose.
What have you been attacked by?
( , Thu 2 Jun 2005, 9:39)
I once, accidentally, punched a racoon.
It had wandered into my tent, I was half asleep and thought it was a mate pratting around. There was a yelp and then all hell broke loose.
What have you been attacked by?
( , Thu 2 Jun 2005, 9:39)
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Bullocks
When I was 16 I started an A-Level photography project called 'The Natural World', which in the case of Britain usually meant scurrying around fields looking for poppies and the occasional fox. On one such expedition I stumbled upon a field that was full of bullocks. The scent of ovulating young heffers was clearly in the air, as they seemed to be drunk with the horn and mounting anything - each other, gateposts, thistles...
When I walked into the field, the sex-crazed eunuch man-cows looked at me for about a second before deciding I was fair game and proceeded to chase me, presumbly with the intention of penetrating my fragile form... I had to leg it for about 100 metres (they're surprisingly fast) before hurdling the fence, clipping my toe and falling face-first into a pile of dirt. Still, it was better than being shafted by a herd of horny bullocks.
( , Thu 2 Jun 2005, 15:32, Reply)
When I was 16 I started an A-Level photography project called 'The Natural World', which in the case of Britain usually meant scurrying around fields looking for poppies and the occasional fox. On one such expedition I stumbled upon a field that was full of bullocks. The scent of ovulating young heffers was clearly in the air, as they seemed to be drunk with the horn and mounting anything - each other, gateposts, thistles...
When I walked into the field, the sex-crazed eunuch man-cows looked at me for about a second before deciding I was fair game and proceeded to chase me, presumbly with the intention of penetrating my fragile form... I had to leg it for about 100 metres (they're surprisingly fast) before hurdling the fence, clipping my toe and falling face-first into a pile of dirt. Still, it was better than being shafted by a herd of horny bullocks.
( , Thu 2 Jun 2005, 15:32, Reply)
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