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Thank you, David. Those are all cool!
It appears, Knobby has had the best, up close view of the face, and one of the top encounter episodes, in my opinion. I would really like to see the results of a session with him and you, or any of our other talented artists.
And– they do kind of resemble Marine Drill Instructors, just not as mean.Well, sounds suspiciously like most of the BF screams posted, that’s for sure.
Thank you, Pam, my dear sis. I notice, a very large portion of the content here, is the result of your efforts, A BIG THANK YOU !
Hey, Steven B ! Good to see you !Yes, you are a really good writer, Paul.
Too bad, most kids never get taught those skills. I never heard the rule of 3s till I became a Marine.
All those skills and reasonings carry over to surviving and thriving in a city environment also.
Really good post, Paul, thank you.Thanks for the great input you guys, I’ve posted this idea before, here it is again, we call it “the bucket of fun drill”
Tie 50 yds or so of para cord to the handle of an empty white paint bucket. Get your shootin’ buddy to stand behind you and pull it as fast as he can toward you, the mouth of the bucket will dig in and it will bounce around as it moves. If you have room, tie it to a car or something to get more speed.
It’s an eye opener, at first, but you can improve quickly. Draw or shoulder when it begins to move and drill it as many times as you can before it gets too close to shoot safely.
The idea actually is from dangerous game hunting courses given at various shooting schools, where they simulate charging animals. This is cheaper and closer to home. It won’t replace professional instruction, but it’s fun and definitely worth doing, be safe of course.Glad to see Law Enforcement on this. Several years ago, I was driving around the mountains, north east of Mt.Shasta, looking for a place called Hemlock Lake. Suddenly, here was thousands of acres of reforestation, each tree had the top cut out of it at about the 4″ diameter height. I’m serious, you couldn’t began to count how many. The tops trucked off for sale as xmas trees. The creeps had to have worked for weeks, too bad, seems like they got away with it. Asked a ranger, who shrugged and said, too late now.
Good thing BF seems to be doing OK protecting itself.As anxious as I am to see it, it’s nice to know, that it will be the best it can be, when I do.
oorah Waylon!I’ve kicked this around in my head before, and this is my plan.
Gather and store all, or as much as possible of the body without breathing a word to ANYONE. Send small samples anonymously to Dr Meldrum and Dr Bindernagle (mail, no return address) with a note saying, I will be watching the news and BF sites, and depending on what I see, will decide what to do with the rest of the body. Then, be prepared to wait, as long as it takes, and BE SILENT. If things don’t appear to be absolutely safe, be willing to just live life with a BF in the freezer.
If you only have time to gather what you can carry, then fine, disjoint with your knife. But, an intact joint is much more useful for study, better to saw long bones, if circumstances allow. Personally, I hope one dies of old age and falls into the back of my truck!Great idea Dave T !
Nathan, I’m glad you asked, and it’s a pleasure to donate.
Of course, pics or video will not impress the critics, but I sure do enjoy them, as well as your commentary, keep up the great work!
I see you’ve been asked to be careful, so I’ll just say, you got a huge pair and a very understanding wife. Thanks again for sharing your cool, scary adventures.This lady sounded really sincere, and still plenty shook up. I have no problem finding her believable. Mr.Sawin was kind to her and also didn’t interrupt or insert too many of his Biblical opinions.
Thank you Perry.I recall reading articles in the various gun magazines, where the authors, actually took dangerous game, in Africa, with handguns. Of course, they were backed up by a PH with a rifle. I don’t know how to track down and compile these articles, but it would be useful to know the handguns and calibers they used, and how they prepared for their hunts. I do remember one author using a Encore, though, a break action single shot wouldn’t really fill the need we’re discussing.
I do enjoy all your choices and reasons for such.Reminds me of a mailman who delivered mail to peoples’ doors on foot. At one house, nearly every day, a small dog would yap and snap at his heels as he entered and exited the yard. One day, having endured (in his opinion) enough of that business, he whirled around, and in one motion, grabbed the little turd by the collar and tossed it on the roof. I don’t know any more of the story than that, but, it did come to mind as an amusing vision of BF tossing this dog up in a tree!
Hi Elise,
In my imagination, it had to be a megaladon!
Actually, I do see sharks occasionally, in the surf, but I really don’t know what kind they are. The real treat, is when the whales are migrating north, for some reason, they often come right up in the surf, you could throw rocks at them, that close. Sometimes, you would swear they are looking right at you.Hi Dave,
I mostly use the tube on the high mountain lakes around Mt.Lassen, and in the many, old stock ponds I find on Google Earth, here on the valley floor.
Few people here in no. california have pet pythons and alligators, much less release them in the out of the way places I go, but, you know, it gives me something to be paranoid about, the remote possibility something has been in there for years and grown huge. Kind of like checking the back pasture for pungi stakes! Once, I backed into a log, it’s splintered end pointing up from the bottom, just a few feet under the water. It looked like a huge, giant toothed mouth when I looked down through the water at it. Good thing it was summer, and I wasn’t wearing waders, just fins. How would I explain why I crapped my waders!
When I’m at the coast, I often tube in the many lagoons by the beach. That day at Stone Lagoon, the surf would occasionally break over the sand spit separating it from the ocean. I could picture, in my mind, a big shark, kind of belly surfing over into the lagoon. Wasn’t long before I was breaking the world record for float tube speed for shore. Now, I’ll be able to worry about a sassy BF swimming faster than I can kick my fins! Besides, my wife needs something new to tease me about.
I don’t remember where you live, do you get much fishing, or just hunt?
