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Post by toshtego on Sept 19, 2019 8:33:34 GMT -5
This is the time of year the Blackies come down from on high to feed on the orchard fruits and berries among the small farms along the creek and the irrigation ditches. Usually, they are not much of a problem, preferring to withdraw when encountering humans or dogs. This past week another visitor has been spotted. A good sized mountain lion.Yesterday the cat was at a neighbor's place, a woodlot where Mule Deer frequently bed down. A few days ago, I spotted the cat in my pasture moving through the tall grass. No doubt interested in my goats. I have irrigation responsibilities throughout the area which takes me into brushy spots. So, a Ka-Bar on my belt just in case and a shovel in my hand. Enhanced situational awareness. Loud singing announcing my presence, "Long Black Veil" seems to be the only song I can recall the lyrics. My experience with the big cats is they prefer not to have a confrontation with me and they promptly withdraw. Still, you never know who is sneaking up behind.
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Post by Slow Triathlete on Sept 19, 2019 8:39:14 GMT -5
Be careful out there man!!
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Post by toshtego on Sept 19, 2019 9:10:53 GMT -5
These visits add a little excitement to what have become humdrum duties.
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Post by Cramptholomew on Sept 19, 2019 9:21:56 GMT -5
'Twas brillig, and the slimy toads did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the prairie dogs, and the home rats outgrabe.
“Beware the Lion Cat, Toshtego! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Blackie Bear, and shun The frumious rattlesnake!”
You take your Vorpal sword in hand. Long time the wild foe you fight. So rest you ye by the tumtum tree, and stand awhile and light (your pipe).
And there in uffish thought you stand, the lion cat, with eyes of flame comes whiffling through the irrigation ditch and burbles as it comes!
One, two! One, two! And, through and through! Your Vorpal blade goes SNICKER SNACK!
You leave it dead, and with its head, you go galumphing back.
"And thou hast slain the Lion Cat! Oh come toy arms my Beamish Toshtego! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” He chortles in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slimy toads did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the prairie dogs, and the home rats outgrabe.
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Post by lestrout on Sept 19, 2019 9:28:13 GMT -5
Yo Cramp - very good. Was LewisC (the good Rev) a puffer?
hp
les
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Post by Legend Lover on Sept 19, 2019 10:05:59 GMT -5
I'd have no idea what to do if I saw a lion or a bear near my house (except stay inside). It's safer to stay in Ireland.  |
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Post by Cramptholomew on Sept 19, 2019 10:18:37 GMT -5
Yo Cramp - very good. Was LewisC (the good Rev) a puffer? hp les I can't find any evidence that he was, doing a quick Google search. Wiki says, "At the age of 17, he suffered a severe attack of whooping cough, which was probably responsible for his chronically weak chest in later life.", which would lead to me to believe he may not have been. |
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Post by Ronv69 on Sept 19, 2019 10:22:13 GMT -5
I'd have no idea what to do if I saw a lion or a bear near my house (except stay inside). It's safer to stay in Ireland. Ireland isn't even the same planet as Tosh's farm. There was a time when the Irish would and did exchange the bears and mountain lions for the much more dangerous English! |
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Post by kxg on Sept 19, 2019 13:27:34 GMT -5
Yo Cramp - very good. Was LewisC (the good Rev) a puffer? hp les Are we talking this fellow?  |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2019 14:08:07 GMT -5
Hey! What's with this slimy toad business??
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Post by Cramptholomew on Sept 19, 2019 14:49:05 GMT -5
Yo Cramp - very good. Was LewisC (the good Rev) a puffer? hp les Are we talking this fellow? No, Lewis Carroll. My nonsense post was a modified "Jabberwocky" poem, from "Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There" (Alice in Wonderland). That's what the slimy toad stuff is, @truculentfrogs www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42916/jabberwocky |
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Post by Ronv69 on Sept 19, 2019 15:11:35 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2019 15:47:13 GMT -5
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Post by toshtego on Sept 19, 2019 20:14:45 GMT -5
'Twas brillig, and the slimy toads did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the prairie dogs, and the home rats outgrabe. “Beware the Lion Cat, Toshtego! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Blackie Bear, and shun The frumious rattlesnake!” You take your Vorpal sword in hand. Long time the wild foe you fight. So rest you ye by the tumtum tree, and stand awhile and light (your pipe). And there in uffish thought you stand, the lion cat, with eyes of flame comes whiffling through the irrigation ditch and burbles as it comes! One, two! One, two! And, through and through! Your Vorpal blade goes SNICKER SNACK! You leave it dead, and with its head, you go galumphing back. "And thou hast slain the Lion Cat! Oh come toy arms my Beamish Toshtego! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” He chortles in his joy. 'Twas brillig, and the slimy toads did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the prairie dogs, and the home rats outgrabe. Thank you for the kind thoughts. A large measure of Bushmills or Jameson is in order and on me. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2019 22:54:52 GMT -5
They still find a mountain lion on Tejas hill country every few years but the bears have been gone since around 1920 or so. The big cats can eat a lamb or goat a day and think nothing of it. When ever I pass through New Mexico I love to tell the story of Smokey The Bear in Capitan Gap where 24 men had to bury themselves when the fire shifted and found the cub clinging to a tree after the fire line passed over them. Once I purchased my daughter a Smokey stuffed bear that she lost at a Hotel causing much trauma. I had to call the Mammoth Ranger Station and have one shipped to Medford Oregon this is before the web as we know it and it was one expensive replacement bear. The bear beat us to Medford much to the joy of a five year old girl. I don't trust big cats or bears with cubs so stay safe John.
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Post by kxg on Sept 20, 2019 23:35:14 GMT -5
Are we talking this fellow? No, Lewis Carroll. My nonsense post was a modified "Jabberwocky" poem, from "Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There" (Alice in Wonderland). That's what the slimy toad stuff is, @truculentfrogs www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42916/jabberwockyThanks, got my Lewis’s mixed, |
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Post by trailboss on Sept 21, 2019 0:44:54 GMT -5
John, Just take an older slower friend with you while doing your rounds...it is a force multiplier in regards to survive-ability. Still miles ahead, them rural critters are not as bad as the urban ones....keep your eyes sharp. |
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Post by longtom on Sept 23, 2019 15:17:12 GMT -5
This is the time of year the Blackies come down from on high to feed on the orchard fruits and berries among the small farms along the creek and the irrigation ditches. Usually, they are not much of a problem, preferring to withdraw when encountering humans or dogs. This past week another visitor has been spotted. A good sized mountain lion.Yesterday the cat was at a neighbor's place, a woodlot where Mule Deer frequently bed down. A few days ago, I spotted the cat in my pasture moving through the tall grass. No doubt interested in my goats. I have irrigation responsibilities throughout the area which takes me into brushy spots. So, a Ka-Bar on my belt just in case and a shovel in my hand. Enhanced situational awareness. Loud singing announcing my presence, "Long Black Veil" seems to be the only song I can recall the lyrics. My experience with the big cats is they prefer not to have a confrontation with me and they promptly withdraw. Still, you never know who is sneaking up behind.
4-5 years ago I had a very close encounter with a Florida panther, coming back from deer huntn. I was a good two miles from my truck, deep in the swamp. It was after dark. Both awesome and scary. |
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