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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Dogs and Cows
On my Duke of Edinburgh expedition, this dog started following us. Logically, the best thing we could think of was to steal it! This plan backfired when we started walking through a field of massive white cows (Charolais, I believe they're called), and the dog started nipping their ankles.
Fortunately, there was a cattle grid nearby, so we legged it, leaving the fat kid to catch up. We didn't realise that cattle grids only stopped cows walking, not leaping majestically through the air... One of them embarked on a bloodthirsty attack, leapt, and managed to break its legs. Discretion being the better part of valour, we left the cow, and ran away with the dog.
To this day, I am petrified of cows. Oh, and the expedition leader wouldn't let us keep the dog, so we had to let it go, about fifteen miles from where we found it...
( , Sun 5 Jun 2005, 12:41, Reply)
On my Duke of Edinburgh expedition, this dog started following us. Logically, the best thing we could think of was to steal it! This plan backfired when we started walking through a field of massive white cows (Charolais, I believe they're called), and the dog started nipping their ankles.
Fortunately, there was a cattle grid nearby, so we legged it, leaving the fat kid to catch up. We didn't realise that cattle grids only stopped cows walking, not leaping majestically through the air... One of them embarked on a bloodthirsty attack, leapt, and managed to break its legs. Discretion being the better part of valour, we left the cow, and ran away with the dog.
To this day, I am petrified of cows. Oh, and the expedition leader wouldn't let us keep the dog, so we had to let it go, about fifteen miles from where we found it...
( , Sun 5 Jun 2005, 12:41, Reply)
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