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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Umpteen narky bovines
2 posts in 24 hours. yayy!! I'm out this morning walking along a road next to a field full of cows, minding my own and one by one they all start coming over, whereupon I notice that they're bulls, they're all heading this way and they look a tad miffed. Not to worry thinks I, there's a fence between me and them. As they followed me round the field, always about 10 yards away, not in a wander along at the same pace as me kind of manner, rather a stand still and stare and then run a few more feet forwards as one unit huffing and thundering and scaring me silly kind of way I started frankly to poo myself, conjuring up images in my scared little mind of the kind of death normally only seen with CGI or in cartoons, 2 dozen or so loopy farmyard creatures crashing through the fence and chinning me. Obviously the cat has read my previous post and thought he'll teach me to slag him off by putting word around the animal grapevine that I deserve a good pasting for dissing him. On reflection they must have been chavs, a big group, not getting to close, picking on a weaker individual, all threat and no actual action........? Methinks I could be right.
( , Fri 3 Jun 2005, 15:51, Reply)
2 posts in 24 hours. yayy!! I'm out this morning walking along a road next to a field full of cows, minding my own and one by one they all start coming over, whereupon I notice that they're bulls, they're all heading this way and they look a tad miffed. Not to worry thinks I, there's a fence between me and them. As they followed me round the field, always about 10 yards away, not in a wander along at the same pace as me kind of manner, rather a stand still and stare and then run a few more feet forwards as one unit huffing and thundering and scaring me silly kind of way I started frankly to poo myself, conjuring up images in my scared little mind of the kind of death normally only seen with CGI or in cartoons, 2 dozen or so loopy farmyard creatures crashing through the fence and chinning me. Obviously the cat has read my previous post and thought he'll teach me to slag him off by putting word around the animal grapevine that I deserve a good pasting for dissing him. On reflection they must have been chavs, a big group, not getting to close, picking on a weaker individual, all threat and no actual action........? Methinks I could be right.
( , Fri 3 Jun 2005, 15:51, Reply)
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