Vint2 glad you noticed...

hmmm... no words just hmmmm at the males of this species.


Bushmaster and Tracker isnt there a western movie set someplace calling ya'll to get on your marks?

Foot race? Fer what?

keetoowah wrote:

Bushmaster Old enough for Tracker to be interestd, & young enough to keep him chasing

keetoowah...is that like:

"Old enough to know better, but too young to resist"??

Cheers, Vince

Keetoowaqh, it is good you are glad!

Sorry I misspelled yor name!!

No Worries
I dont expect all people to spell the Tsalagi language correctly.

smiling at Vince's remark.
I could resist if I want a boring day.

Not reallly a foot race, just being me.
just let your minds wonder.

so any good recipes any of you would like to share?? Game preferably.

regards

If it was a foot race I would win.
He would disagree fully but I know I would win.
He might have the stretch with such long legs, but I have the lungs for the distance, and the sheer determination not to get caught just yet.

Keetoowa:

Well thought and well said. It's not about the winning.

I've been tracked (stalked) by big cats on a couple of occasions. Not a pleasent feeling...

what do you do in this situation??

I was camping in Colorado years ago and went up the mountain by myself for a bit and coming back down I followed my tracks and there were good sized cat tracks on top of mine.
didnt smell a cat, didnt hear it either. made it back to camp and told the others and didnt leave the group till we left.

keetoowah

sorry that last inquiry was to Bushmaster didnt copy it right

keetoowah wrote:

I've been tracked (stalked) by big cats on a couple of occasions. Not a pleasent feeling...what do you do in this situation?? keetoowah

Well, I reckon that the "pucker factor" would come into play. Even if the cat got sorta close he wouldn't be able to get at me cause the ground would be far too slippery for him considering what woulda happened to me as a result of that "pucker factor".

But just on the off chance that he did get onto "clear" ground he wouldn't be able to see me for burnin' boot leather.

Cheers, Vince

I have been going into the mountains all my life. Either on horse back or a foot. I NEVER go afield unarmed. And I NEVER drop my guard. In all fairness to the big cats and other wild life in the mountains I have never been bothered by them. Most of the attacks on my person have been by humans. It's still unnerving to find a cat on your trail though. I feel that the puma is one of the most beautiful cats on earth and to be respected for that and what it could do if it wishes.

Old enough for Tracker to be interestd, & young enough to keep him chasing :D[/quote]

HUH? I'm young enough to remember I"m supposed to chase women. Damned if I can rember why.

Bushmaster wrote:

I have been going into the mountains all my life. Either on horse back or a foot. I NEVER go afield unarmed. And I NEVER drop my guard. In all fairness to the big cats and other wild life in the mountains I have never been bothered by them. Most of the attacks on my person have been by humans. It's still unnerving to find a cat on your trail though. I feel that the puma is one of the most beautiful cats on earth and to be respected for that and what it could do if it wishes.

I'm with you there Bushy. We don't have any critters over here in Aussie that could eat you if it wished, except for the salt water crocodile, so watching you back for an animal attack is not an issue. However, you are correct about other 'people', and I use that term loosely. For some reason some people just have to assault others for no real reason. We had a murder the other night about 3 km from where I live, and the only thing that caused it was a belly full of alcohol and a bad attitude. The guy that was killed stepped in to stop a drunk from assaulting his girlfriend.

You are right about the big cats....I love them. Always wanted a Bengal Tiger for a pet. They are without question the most majestic animals alive. I could never hunt one unless it was purely for self protection and even then I think that unless there was no other way I wouldn't, couldn't, kill one.

Cheers, Vince