[Snurd]

Not super exciting overall, but my girlfriend used to live in the basement apartment of an old woman who was most annoying and never left my girlfriend alone. She would always bug her about the stupidest things. That's not the point, but she has a German Sheppard that is most obnoxious and rather vicious. Every day I would go over there and I had to walk past the lady's big picture window to get to my GF's apartment. 99% of the time the dog would slam it's face against the window and bark constantly. I'm sure if it had diamond teeth there would be tons of holes in the window. Anyway, the lady always says that the dog is harmless, even though she has signs up everywhere that says to beware of the dog. One night I moseyed over to her place to watch a movie or something to that effect. The dog was outside, and I was unaware of that until it was a bit too late. Before I knew it the dog was all up in my grill, barking furiously. I immediately reached back for my pistol and right then the dog decided to back off. I'm not sure if the dog realized it was about to get more than enough gold dots to last him the test of his life, or if he had to pee really bad, but the dog bolted right when I went for the gun. I'm glad I had it on me.

 

[Jeff Johnson]

I remember walking down streets in Mexico and having dogs run up to us, trying to nip our heels. As soon as we reached for a rock on the ground, they'd bolt back. Dogs were smart enough to know what the rock meant.

Perhaps that dog was smart enough to know that you were going to grab something that would hurt.

 

[tapehoser]

Same type of experiences here with the rocks. It's as if the animal can suddenly sense our confidence and knows it might be in trouble.

But I doubt a bear would give you the same respect. :lol2:

 

[Jeff Johnson]

:disgusted: I don't get no respect ... from bears!

 

[Snurd]

I'm sure the gun I had at the time would have just aggravated a bear. I think I would prefer a few hand grenades if i were in a bear situation. :bat:

 

[xmirage2kx]

Same type of experiences here with the rocks. It's as if the animal can suddenly sense our confidence and knows it might be in trouble.

But I doubt a bear would give you the same respect. :lol2:

Actually...
I was hiking in Yosemite a few years back with a buddy and I had gotten quite ahead of my friend and wasn’t really paying attention when I heard a sound to my left. I looked left and there were 2 little bear cubs. My first thought was “WOW” followed almost immediately by the thought “Where is mommy bear”. No sooner had I thought this when I see mommy bear on the other side of the trail about 15 yards away. At this point different people say different things about what is best to do, and my choice probably wasn’t best… well I turned around and ran like I have never run before (pack and all). I kept looking behind me and this bear is just trotting along behind me at about 15 yards back no matter how fast I ran. I get into a field and take off my bandana and pull out the bottle of Coleman white gas and lighter I had in the side pocket of my pack preparing to set the whole field on fire if I had to when I run into my buddy. He sees the bear and he stands up as tall as he can bear (he is a pretty big guy), raises his hands above his head and lets out this loud yell. The bear stops, turns around and runs off. I know this bear was just messing around and if it had wanted me dead I would be, but it goes to show that a little confidence goes a long way.

 

[Paul]

Same type of experiences here with the rocks. It's as if the animal can suddenly sense our confidence and knows it might be in trouble.

But I doubt a bear would give you the same respect. :lol2:

Actually...
I was hiking in Yosemite a few years back with a buddy and I had gotten quite ahead of my friend and wasn’t really paying attention when I heard a sound to my left. I looked left and there were 2 little bear cubs. My first thought was “WOW” followed almost immediately by the thought “Where is mommy bear”. No sooner had I thought this when I see mommy bear on the other side of the trail about 15 yards away. At this point different people say different things about what is best to do, and my choice probably wasn’t best… well I turned around and ran like I have never run before (pack and all). I kept looking behind me and this bear is just trotting along behind me at about 15 yards back no matter how fast I ran. I get into a field and take off my bandana and pull out the bottle of Coleman white gas and lighter I had in the side pocket of my pack preparing to set the whole field on fire if I had to when I run into my buddy. He sees the bear and he stands up as tall as he can bear (he is a pretty big guy), raises his hands above his head and lets out this loud yell. The bear stops, turns around and runs off. I know this bear was just messing around and if it had wanted me dead I would be, but it goes to show that a little confidence goes a long way.

And the rest of the story is.... changed your underwear and stayed with the group?

 

[xmirage2kx]

And the rest of the story is.... changed your underwear and stayed with the group?

:ROFL:

Yeah, that is about right. We ended up camping in that field that night because afterwards I was to tired to walk anymore.

I think it is possible to get scared enought you dont pee your pants even though you want to. :shock: