And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
I was out hiking way in the back end of Wichita Mountains Wildlife refuge once and came across an old herd bull laid up in the woods by himself. You should see how big they look when you are on foot with only a light pack and hiking stick. I walked very quietly by and he stared at me the whole time but never moved.
In '55 or '56 my family was making it's annual trip across country on route 66. There no 7-11s or Quick Trips, but lots of Mom and Pop stores along the route with various animal exhibits to attract travelers. One had several buffalo in a large field enclosed by a 4 strand barbed wire fence. I asked my Mom if I could watch the buffalo while they went inside. Ok. But don't touch the fence. Signs with lightning bolts spaced along it. So I'm watching them eat at a pile stuff in the middle of the field. One casually turns it's head and looks right at me. Then it turns it's body and the next thing I know it's racing straight at me. I'm frozen. I cannot move. It's getting closer and then I hear a scream somewhere behind me and the big brown mass puts on its brakes just before the fence. I'm covered with a cloud of dust. Tears are rolling down my face and snot is pouring out my nose. The dust started to clear and I could see this hugh head with crazy eyes just in front of me. Snot rolling out it's nose. Next thing I know someone grabs me by the collar and starts cuffing me about the head and screaming "What did you do to that animal?" I couldn't persuade them I was innocent. They knew me well. Ever since then I've given big animals a lot of space. Especially my sister's buffaloes. "Fix the fence for me?" Ain't now way!
You have never moved slowly faster than when you emerge from woods onto a mountain meadow, holding an empty wooden ammo crate for a toilet seat, and suddenly find yourself standing way too close (20') from 2500 pounds of bison grazing quietly and unexpectedly just yards in front of you.
We're talking ninja-level skills of fading back into the background.
And suddenly you don't need to relieve yourself anymore.
…that they should have known shortly after they were born…
ReplyDeleteThat's the new "Buffalo Ride" at Disney World.
DeleteVery realistic, leaves lasting impression.
Petting the fuzzy cow.
ReplyDeleteShe chose…poorly.
ReplyDeletehahaahahaaa
ReplyDeleteThat looks like a child. Parents are due a whippin', if so.
ReplyDeleteIt does tend to run in families…
DeleteLife is tough, but it's tougher when you're stupid (JW)
ReplyDeleteI wonder when limp wrist libtards will finally realize the wild animals are WILD?
ReplyDeleteIdiots come in all political persuasions.
DeleteBut the libtards think that they are invincible.
DeleteDeath was likely the outcome.
ReplyDeleteCirca Summer 1969 in Alberta, Canada I got close to a handful of Bison behind a fence--big brutes, really big brutes.
ReplyDeleteDan Kurt
Do Not Feed the Ani Al’s does mean these…
ReplyDeleteOoops…used to be able to edit. Do not ‘Feed the animals’!
DeleteThat is a child. The parents just ran off. They should get a charge.
ReplyDeleteI was out hiking way in the back end of Wichita Mountains Wildlife refuge once and came across an old herd bull laid up in the woods by himself. You should see how big they look when you are on foot with only a light pack and hiking stick. I walked very quietly by and he stared at me the whole time but never moved.
ReplyDeletePaying attention and showing respect counts. Good going!
DeleteIn '55 or '56 my family was making it's annual trip across country on route 66. There no 7-11s or Quick Trips, but lots of Mom and Pop stores along the route with various animal exhibits to attract travelers. One had several buffalo in a large field enclosed by a 4 strand barbed wire fence. I asked my Mom if I could watch the buffalo while they went inside. Ok. But don't touch the fence. Signs with lightning bolts spaced along it. So I'm watching them eat at a pile stuff in the middle of the field. One casually turns it's head and looks right at me. Then it turns it's body and the next thing I know it's racing straight at me. I'm frozen. I cannot move. It's getting closer and then I hear a scream somewhere behind me and the big brown mass puts on its brakes just before the fence. I'm covered with a cloud of dust. Tears are rolling down my face and snot is pouring out my nose. The dust started to clear and I could see this hugh head with crazy eyes just in front of me. Snot rolling out it's nose. Next thing I know someone grabs me by the collar and starts cuffing me about the head and screaming "What did you do to that animal?" I couldn't persuade them I was innocent. They knew me well. Ever since then I've given big animals a lot of space. Especially my sister's buffaloes. "Fix the fence for me?" Ain't now way!
DeleteAs explained by the Mountain Men, "Don't go bothering something that ain't bothering you".
ReplyDeletethe same holds true for 1% bikers
DeleteYou can't fix stupid but that Bison tried...
ReplyDeleteIt's on YouTube:
ReplyDeletehttps://youtu.be/A9aXkVwFSoQ
You have never moved slowly faster than when you emerge from woods onto a mountain meadow, holding an empty wooden ammo crate for a toilet seat, and suddenly find yourself standing way too close (20') from 2500 pounds of bison grazing quietly and unexpectedly just yards in front of you.
ReplyDeleteWe're talking ninja-level skills of fading back into the background.
And suddenly you don't need to relieve yourself anymore.
Just got to outrun your friends
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