Friday Funnies

[MurphOnMillerAve]

We can (and no doubt will) carry-on (lawdknowz we do) and will do so knowing with enjoyment and camaraderie that you are here among us thread-sinners and can continue to find joy, as a diverse, non-cloned group.

Be well and safe , and wear your hat out in that sun.

[HONDO74]

NO fishing allowed here.

[MurphOnMillerAve]

I wonder what would possess a sheep to do that. (That is a sheep, right? )

[HONDO74]

I wonder what would possess a sheep to do that. (That is a sheep, right? )

Looks like a Dodge RAM truck to me.

[chuck]

It's his watering hole? Rams can get territorial.

Back when I was way younger and used to go fishing or taking photographs I'd get permission from the farmer BEFORE potentially trespassing. Even when I got his OK, that did not automatically mean that every other critter on the farm was OK with me being there. Dogs we expect/accept that they may have issues but sheep/goats/pigs/cows/horses are pretty big and strong and they may not be happy with unannounced guests. Keep out of their way and definitely keep an eye on them. That doesn't necessarily mean to make eye contact either. That can sometimes trigger aggressive behavior.

[MurphOnMillerAve]

You always make such good sense, Chuck. I'll bet what you have said is the reason for its assault.
I remember, during one of my on-foot sojourns in Upstate NY, I was up on a high hill and came upon a corral, of sorts. In it was a large bovine I took to be a male. The moment I had come into its view (I had the distinct impression it had seen/sensed me quite a bit before I had seen it) its total attention was on me, even though it was munching on something. When I got closer to its fence, on the outside, and thought I should think better about climbing thru the horizontal parallel rails, just to say "Howdy" more closely, it snorted and took a single step forward toward me in its enclosure, with every bit of its attention on me. I got the vibes, all righty, and turned and left. Actually, I knew better than to try to go inside its place.

Classic city-slicker dumbhump, huh, too relaxed and too oblivious among all that foliage and in that crystal-clear air..

[John Webster]

Back in the 70s my folks had a small farm outside of Newcomerstown, Ohio (just down the road from Gnadenhutten, two freeway exits south of Zoar, on the hill above Mudsock). My mother decided to raise goats so my brothers built a pen and three goats were purchased. The goats kept climbing the fence so an electric fence was installed by my brother Steve. The next day Steve went into the pen to clean it and the goats got together and pushed him into the electric fence.

[rogruth]

I have avoided all farm animals since I was a little kid when a rooster bloodiedd my arms and legs when I tried to pet it.

[Mitch]

When I was in high school, I had a paper route that was 5 miles long that had to be done 6 days a week. When the bicycle went down I had to walk it every evening. There is a farm on Luscesco Road that raised hogs, and their fence came out to within 10 feet of the road. They had a boar hog that had to be in the 650 lb. + range. (I'm talkin' a set of .... the size of cantalopes) and that sucker would come out to the fence and just stare at me as I walked down the road. Those beady little eyes in his great fat head and under his huge snout those tusks stickin' out and the fact that he was nearly all coal black with just a little tan, made him look all the more menacing. I've been chased by cows when crossin' a farmers' field to get to the creek to go fishin', but I would never have wanted to deal with that hog under any condition.

[MurphOnMillerAve]

Mitch, Did you ever carry a weapon, concealed or otherwise, to protect yourself, at least a little bit, even if futile or feeble in its effectiveness against that menacing hog ?

[rogruth]

Like Mitch, I also had a paper route which I delivered mostly by bicycle that went through farm areas.
Cows didn't like me at all. I never carried any type of weapon, not even a stick or club.

[Mitch]

I never carried any kind of weapon on the paper route. There was one dog that got his head kicked in and rolled a couple of time when he'd chase me on the bike and tryin' to get my pants leg. After I got the little Hodaka Ace 90 trailbike, he couldn't catch me.

[MurphOnMillerAve]

I never carried any kind of weapon on the paper route. There was one dog that got his head kicked in and rolled a couple of time when he'd chase me on the bike and tryin' to get my pants leg. After I got the little Hodaka Ace 90 trailbike, he couldn't catch me.

Hi Mitch, From this posting, I discovered you and I have a couple things in common.
An English Shepherd dog, fully grown, I believe, belonged to one of my paperboy customers when I was a 12 yr old boy. And sometimes, I used my bike when delivering my 78 "Dailies" and 120 "Sundays," but the bike was a Schwinn Black Phantom, so it was usually more cumbersome a problem than it was a help during my route up and down the many streets of my childhood suburb.

The customer's dog was always in attendance at its frontdoor when I made the toss of the rolled-up "Daily" to its house, each time getting more and more aggravated upon seeing it hit the stormdoor or just land on the porch.

On one particular day, the last I ever delivered a paper to that house, it jumped right thru the glass of the stormdoor and ran down the two flights of stairs and across the lawn to get at me. Before I could successfully mount my bike fully and make my getaway, it clamped its mouth around my left ankle, and the bike and I fell to the pavement.

I have the scar to this day.

I got up and faced the dog, determined to do harm. He perceived that and began his run back to his porch. He didn't make it. I tackled him, punched him in the face, held him down, and bit him in the left rear ankle, tearing-out a piece approx. the size of my pinky.

He yelped and limped-ran his way back to his porch, to the waiting glare of his mistress.

I told her I'd be back the next day to "collect" and deliver their last paper. And I asked her if she thought the dog would need another "dose" at that time. She said "No."

My Schwinn had its front headlight broken and its front fender scuffed-up real bad from its fall to the pavement with me, as was one of the handlebar grips, due to the dog attacking me.

Nowadays, I'd probably not have defended myself, right then-and-there, against the dog-attack, and simply escaped; instead, I'd have put them on "Judge Judy" and collected , far more than the 25cents they owed for the week's papers.

[E7]

I wonder what would possess a sheep to do that. (That is a sheep, right? )

What it WOULD be is mutton.

[E7]

I wonder what would possess a sheep to do that. (That is a sheep, right? )

What it WOULD be is mutton.

PS: The real joke would be if he stepped aside at the precise moment!