I’m willing to cut the guy some slack. That’s the clearest, most concise reporting by the main stream media that I’ve seen in 10 or 20 years.
Casey KlahnApril 1, 2020, 10:12 AM
hahah! Funny shit.
In the winter, though, you will ski right past the bison, whose attitude is more of a “I’m surviving” one than a “If you get between me and muh mama, or muh food, I will stomp you dead!” I have had that privilege and it is cool to be a few meters from these behemoths.
Yep. Smartest reporter out there. Promotion!
JackApril 1, 2020, 8:28 PM
American buff are a great symbol of the US and if you have never been close to one, it’s a humbling experience. The ones I’ve been close to were, to the bull, nasty tempered and easily irritated.
But just think, the American Indians could slaughter them like they were pasture Herefords, while running them down over a dangerously broken prairie, at breakneck speed on the back of a half wild mustang and with home made bows and arrows.
AnneApril 1, 2020, 9:00 PM
In reply to Jack:
Riding nearly bareback–just a bit of animal hide between their inner thighs and the slippery side of the horse! Mostly that hide was used to protect their private parts–it’s softer than the back bone of a horse! Not much help when riding 20 mph on a half trained horse on uneven ground.
We know where the wild bunch hunker down. Drove off of the secondary road one spring/summer to see the herd. Saw three females and a male and got out of the car to get closer to take pictures. One of the females was in the process of giving birth. The old man stood between her and us–never blinked and never took his eyes off of us. We looked down and backed slowly into the car !
JoyfullyApril 2, 2020, 5:15 AM
It truly be a small world: an 85 y.o. friend from Paw Paw sent me and unreadable (the digi format) link of an article written by an Italian. She doesnt do that kinda of thing often, so, yep! I’m gonna make an effort to figure out “why this one?”
After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
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I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
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I’m willing to cut the guy some slack. That’s the clearest, most concise reporting by the main stream media that I’ve seen in 10 or 20 years.
hahah! Funny shit.
In the winter, though, you will ski right past the bison, whose attitude is more of a “I’m surviving” one than a “If you get between me and muh mama, or muh food, I will stomp you dead!” I have had that privilege and it is cool to be a few meters from these behemoths.
Yep. Smartest reporter out there. Promotion!
American buff are a great symbol of the US and if you have never been close to one, it’s a humbling experience. The ones I’ve been close to were, to the bull, nasty tempered and easily irritated.
But just think, the American Indians could slaughter them like they were pasture Herefords, while running them down over a dangerously broken prairie, at breakneck speed on the back of a half wild mustang and with home made bows and arrows.
In reply to Jack:
Riding nearly bareback–just a bit of animal hide between their inner thighs and the slippery side of the horse! Mostly that hide was used to protect their private parts–it’s softer than the back bone of a horse! Not much help when riding 20 mph on a half trained horse on uneven ground.
We know where the wild bunch hunker down. Drove off of the secondary road one spring/summer to see the herd. Saw three females and a male and got out of the car to get closer to take pictures. One of the females was in the process of giving birth. The old man stood between her and us–never blinked and never took his eyes off of us. We looked down and backed slowly into the car !
It truly be a small world: an 85 y.o. friend from Paw Paw sent me and unreadable (the digi format) link of an article written by an Italian. She doesnt do that kinda of thing often, so, yep! I’m gonna make an effort to figure out “why this one?”
http://www.greater-yellowstone.com/2020-articles/Message-from-Italy.html
The connection is Yellowstone. The bazaar part is it is on Yellowstone Park Guide book.