Once on a field trip to a farm my class found a crow that had been ripped apart limb from limb. It was likely a cat that did it. All the kids including me started picking up bird parts. I got the leg!
Once when I was a kid we lived in an apartment. I found a roadkill cat in the parking lot. It looked fresh. I threw a large stone on it's head and heard the crack then saw it's face being evacuated at every seam (by bugs that is).
On another field trip we went to see Seals. The beach had a lot of them! I made a wrong step and sunk into a buried corpse of one. Soon I was knee deep in dead rotting seal.
My Grandma died. I was actually sick as heck so I didn't get to go see her ashes scattered and only hear horror stories. Basically she was really into nature and stuff and wanted her ashes thrown into the ocean. So my family (again, except me who was busy barfing my guts out) got on a boat and did it. When they threw the ashes into the ocean there was a horrible backdraft. Soon my entire family, distant and not so distant, started breathing in her ashes and got covered. At least they can say that my Grandma is inside of them. Not in their hearts or souls but in their lungs.
Once on a field trip to a farm my class found a cow that had been ripped apart limb from limb. It was likely a cat that did it. All the kids including me started picking up bird parts. I got the leg!.
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In Australia is is not uncommon to hit a Kangaroo, and there are some stories of them ending up in your front passanger seat. This is best dealt with insurance.
I have been participating in yet another thread about the biothermal dampener in the powers and BO section of the forum. Needless so say there is very little left of that dead horse carcass!
Discounting all the deer, turkey, three coyotes, and the countless fish I've killed... wow still a lot
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I took it back, skinned it, gutted it, and ate it. Otherwise, it would have been a waste of my ammunition.
A-freaking-men. Been far too long since I had a good stew
I'm an EMT, and I see dead people at least once or twice a month, you get de-sensitized. The only ones that really still bother me are children and the idiots that dive in front of trains not considering the mess they leave for people like me and the trauma they inflict on the engineers
Though, not withholding all details on the subject, allow me to tell you about the suicidal opossum:
Last summer I'm out driving, now it's really hot and really humid and I was having to dodge all forms of woodland and marshland creatures as I went for a leisurely drive through the Saybrook causeway here in CT. It was pretty uneventful and getting to be about 11:30 at night, so I hooked around and headed for home. Again I cross both causeways and nothing eventful happens.
Just after turning right and back on an actual road across from a huge salt marsh I had this AT LEAST 30LBS lump of lard come running up and out at me, in the few seconds I saw him I came to terms with him being a record-breakingly huge opossum and with the fact that there was no force on Heaven nor Earth that would stop my front left tire from taking a bite outta crime.
So I hit him, this was met with an all-mighty BANG followed by me ramping like 2 feet of air off him and coming down hard, driving an SUV this surprised the hell out of me and just showed me how huge it really was. I look in the rear-view and it is best described as being front-row for a Gallagher act when he breaks out the Sledge-O-Matic.
Oh, and finally on the subject of trains and things being hit by them:
Driving home one night with a girl I was dating for a few weeks and she looks out the window on her side as we go over this overpass and is all like "Oh look at all the deer down there"
I look at the clock on the dash, "Huh, almost five-thirty. I wouldn't wanna be them" and as I say it I watch the signal go green on the high speed line, out of like the ten deer, four were on it.
Once on a field trip to a farm my class found a crow that had been ripped apart limb from limb. It was likely a cat that did it. All the kids including me started picking up bird parts. I got the leg!
Once when I was a kid we lived in an apartment. I found a roadkill cat in the parking lot. It looked fresh. I threw a large stone on it's head and heard the crack then saw it's face being evacuated at every seam (by bugs that is).
On another field trip we went to see Seals. The beach had a lot of them! I made a wrong step and sunk into a buried corpse of one. Soon I was knee deep in dead rotting seal.
My Grandma died. I was actually sick as heck so I didn't get to go see her ashes scattered and only hear horror stories. Basically she was really into nature and stuff and wanted her ashes thrown into the ocean. So my family (again, except me who was busy barfing my guts out) got on a boat and did it. When they threw the ashes into the ocean there was a horrible backdraft. Soon my entire family, distant and not so distant, started breathing in her ashes and got covered. At least they can say that my Grandma is inside of them. Not in their hearts or souls but in their lungs.
That's a small portion of greater adventures.
What the heck is all this. What's this thread about. Ten Forward's ... Weird:eek:.
Ravenstein's journal, late October. First frost is surely days away. Nights are getting colder.
Friend's grandparents have a farm. They are being menaced by coyotes. Not any ordinary coyotes. These may have bred with dogs, making some kind of super-coyote that isn't afraid of people. Couple nights ago, one of the farm cats was killed. Good riddance, I say. But that just means the coyotes are getting too close for comfort to the house where the two elderly folks live.
I've known them for years. Nice people. They want to get rid of the pests and don't care how. Their grandson and his three friends offer their services. That's where I come in. I'm one of the four who will be solving this problem. Our way.
It's night. Weapons are loaded. Our hot meal of home cooking is sitting well. We are playing cards and cracking wise. Then the howling starts. We dim the lights, get in a circle, and prepare for battle.
As expected, they come. The coyotes are curious, circling about. There are at least three, probably more. But three are being tracked. Finally we decide to end this. Everyone fires at something. Three coyotes are dead, including one I was aiming at. The Mauser 98k, world's greatest bolt action rifle, still has what it takes. Corpses are unceremoniously buried. Debris is piled on top.
The grandparents don't report any more howling. Coyotes got the message, apparently.
Ravenstein's dealings with dead things: making them dead.
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Hang on a second, I need to grab a shovel.. stay right there..
I took it back, skinned it, gutted it, and ate it. Otherwise, it would have been a waste of my ammunition.
you get the point.
:eek:
In Australia is is not uncommon to hit a Kangaroo, and there are some stories of them ending up in your front passanger seat. This is best dealt with insurance.
A-freaking-men. Been far too long since I had a good stew
I'm an EMT, and I see dead people at least once or twice a month, you get de-sensitized. The only ones that really still bother me are children and the idiots that dive in front of trains not considering the mess they leave for people like me and the trauma they inflict on the engineers
Though, not withholding all details on the subject, allow me to tell you about the suicidal opossum:
Last summer I'm out driving, now it's really hot and really humid and I was having to dodge all forms of woodland and marshland creatures as I went for a leisurely drive through the Saybrook causeway here in CT. It was pretty uneventful and getting to be about 11:30 at night, so I hooked around and headed for home. Again I cross both causeways and nothing eventful happens.
Just after turning right and back on an actual road across from a huge salt marsh I had this AT LEAST 30LBS lump of lard come running up and out at me, in the few seconds I saw him I came to terms with him being a record-breakingly huge opossum and with the fact that there was no force on Heaven nor Earth that would stop my front left tire from taking a bite outta crime.
So I hit him, this was met with an all-mighty BANG followed by me ramping like 2 feet of air off him and coming down hard, driving an SUV this surprised the hell out of me and just showed me how huge it really was. I look in the rear-view and it is best described as being front-row for a Gallagher act when he breaks out the Sledge-O-Matic.
Oh, and finally on the subject of trains and things being hit by them:
Driving home one night with a girl I was dating for a few weeks and she looks out the window on her side as we go over this overpass and is all like "Oh look at all the deer down there"
I look at the clock on the dash, "Huh, almost five-thirty. I wouldn't wanna be them" and as I say it I watch the signal go green on the high speed line, out of like the ten deer, four were on it.
"Why wouldn't you want to be..."
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
SPPPPPPPPPLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT
I still laugh at that one...
What the heck is all this. What's this thread about. Ten Forward's ... Weird:eek:.
Friend's grandparents have a farm. They are being menaced by coyotes. Not any ordinary coyotes. These may have bred with dogs, making some kind of super-coyote that isn't afraid of people. Couple nights ago, one of the farm cats was killed. Good riddance, I say. But that just means the coyotes are getting too close for comfort to the house where the two elderly folks live.
I've known them for years. Nice people. They want to get rid of the pests and don't care how. Their grandson and his three friends offer their services. That's where I come in. I'm one of the four who will be solving this problem. Our way.
It's night. Weapons are loaded. Our hot meal of home cooking is sitting well. We are playing cards and cracking wise. Then the howling starts. We dim the lights, get in a circle, and prepare for battle.
As expected, they come. The coyotes are curious, circling about. There are at least three, probably more. But three are being tracked. Finally we decide to end this. Everyone fires at something. Three coyotes are dead, including one I was aiming at. The Mauser 98k, world's greatest bolt action rifle, still has what it takes. Corpses are unceremoniously buried. Debris is piled on top.
The grandparents don't report any more howling. Coyotes got the message, apparently.
Ravenstein's dealings with dead things: making them dead.
Something like 150,000 people die on the planet each day...
Some of those deaths are bound to be quite amusing..