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Then there was the guy that got drop kicked by a giraffe recently while his was trying to film high pockets. They say he went up in the air 16 feet high.

 

He did not survive the kick or the fall. 

 

Why are these people trying to emulate Steve Irwin?

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5 hours ago, fortyofforty said:

If someone chooses to avail himself to the pointiest parts of a wounded bear,  I would feel no obligation to entangle myself into said mauling.

Maybe throw a couple rocks.

While I was running away.

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1 hour ago, willie-pete said:

Then there was the guy that got drop kicked by a giraffe recently while his was trying to film high pockets. They say he went up in the air 16 feet high.

 

He did not survive the kick or the fall. 

 

Why are these people trying to emulate Steve Irwin?

At least he died with animals in his heart.

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28 minutes ago, Huaco Kid said:

If someone chooses to avail himself to the pointiest parts of a wounded bear,  I would feel no obligation to entangle myself into said mauling.

Maybe throw a couple rocks.

While I was running away.

Wouldn't send a few fast moving metal chunks his way?

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honestly once a bear goes into frenzy mode you will not get bear off unless shot or speared /  this bear was not gonna let this dumbass go  . its bad way to go i would think but nothing much could do . hell he was prolly mortally wounded  on first swipe . 

 

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i have old friend in alaska  and used to visit alot , but people grow older , have kids  yada x3   . we came face to face with a big brown , there is no way to explain the feeling  lol . its not fear its more like im dead .  and tunnel vision . buddy is used to it  .i was not . 

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I've seen brown bear.  From a 1/2 mile away.

I've seen fresh polar bear tracks,  when I went looking for polar bears,  because I knew they were there.  The tracks were bigger than my head.  I trotted back to the village.

Around here, the black bears, which usually are not at all shy about coming right out, are usually driven off with rocks or beer cans.

They really hate bottle rockets.

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We went camping at a state park in the Blue Ridge mountains.  I guess it was off-season because the place was deserted.

As soon as we stopped, my wife took our old, blind and deaf, 15 year old, cairn terrier for a walk in the woods.  When she came out she told us that there were bears in the woods.

I looked at our young daughter (7?) and said, "OOOOOhhhh!  THERE ARE BEARS IN THE WOODS!!!  WOOooo."

My wife said, "No. There are bears in the woods."

Then, over the hill, some other campers yelled if we wanted to see some bears.  We walked down, and right there were a bunch of bears digging around the dumpster.  We talked to the campers for a while and headed back.

And.  We left the sliding door of the van open.

There was a bear's ass sticking out.  Our oldy-old, blind, crotchety, little dog was in there.  I instantly knew he was a goner.  I RAN toward the van, but stopped short, because what was I gonna do?

Then, the van EXPLODED.  The bear ripped out, with one of our coolers, and Tubby was lightning on his ass, tearing him three new ones.  They both disappeared over the hill.

By the time we got there, Tubby came trotting back, all cocky and proud-like.

We found the cooler, down in the woods, later.  All the food was gone.  All the beer had been chomped, and sucked dry. 

We still have that cooler.  It looks like someone shot it up with a .22.

We ditched the tent, and slept in the van the whole time.

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When I was little, little, we went camping in Yellowstone (?) (Yosemite?).

Four of us in Dad's old canvas Army tent.

In the middle of the night, we all woke up at the same time to a big 'snuffing' sound.  A bears head was sticking right in the front door.

Dad, surely it never happened before, might have still been drunk,  popped out of his sleeping bag, faster than anyone had ever seen him move before, and crouched on his haunches with his trusty Army bayonet in his hand.

The bear sniffed a few times and left.

After we all got our breath, my older brother said, "WOW!!  DAD!!  Were you going to fight that bear??!?"

Dad said, "Hell no.  I was going to make a back door in the tent."

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I think that's all the bear stories I have.

I have a bunch of raccoon, skunk, 'possum, and other things, if you want.

You can actually hand a raccoon a lit firecracker.  And he'll take it.

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We were, somewhere, W. Virginia?.

Playing poker at the pick-i-nic table at zero-thirty am.

And, for no reason, a skunk jumped up on the table and started eating our potato chips.  (at all of these parks, the wild animals know the deal)

We froze, and freaked, for a few seconds.

Then, one guy started busting out laughing, and threw his cards, and then we all started laughing.  We all petted the skunk.  He stuck around for a bit, eating our food. 

Skunk don't care.

He don't give a ****.

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My wife came in the house and said that Jagr (JAGRRRRRR!!!), our boxer-dog had killed a 'possum.

I said no, it's faking being dead.  She said no, and I had to come out, or he'd kill it again.

So, in the middle of the night, there's a possum.  I kicked it.

Don't do that.

It went all whirly-dervish, chompy-leggy, eating my ass halfway up, at like, 400mph.

Jagr killed it again.

I approved.

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It wasn't Tubby, his Dad or something, (Mackie!)  (my Mom raised these dogs)

(I really hate little yappy dogs.  Mostly because of Mom's dogs.  But, these dogs were bred to kill things.  I've seen them go full-tilt many times.)

I know this dog had never seen a snake before.  A huge copperhead on the path to the pond.  He went like a bolt, snatched it behind the head, and went into a, before unheard of, whipping-crazy frenzy, and didn't stop until the snake was in many pieces.

We don't know.

Dogs look really happy after they do something like that.

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This little **** came running through the house carrying a red, black and yellow banded snake through the house. I am yelling at her to " Leave it " while I am tying to remember the dam rhyme.

 

Luckily it was a King instead of a Coral.

 

Now I know; black heads are BAD.

 

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