I once witnessed my best friend savaged near to death by a flock of rampant killer sheep.
It's a kill-or-be-killed world out there and poor Steve Irwin never made it back alive. Tell us your tales of survival.
(, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:45)
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Another time, I was crossing a field, and passed near a grazing horse. Not normally a problem, and the horse had plenty of time to see me coming. Only thing was, this was a mare with a young foal, and I was passing between them. That was all it took: the mare swung her rump towards me, and kicked both hooves in my direction.
The good news: she missed. The bad news: on their way back down, one hoof was dragged, forcibly, over a sensitive part of my anatomy. Had she decided to take matters further, I would have been fit for the knacker's yard, but she thankfully backed off as the foal went to her side. I was able to groan my way home with no further incident.
I'd been around horses for years, and knew not to get between a mare and her foal, but if you don't see the foal behind the bushes... ow.
(, Fri 25 Apr 2008, 17:17, closed)
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