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I have a riddle for you: what’s more dangerous, one ankle biter (10 lbs) or three grizzly bears (1000+ lbs combined)? :gotme:
Warning: the following story contains gory images of attacking predators!
So the Pudden, Smoke and I went mountain-bike-joring-a-trois today. This activity requires: one mountain bike, :woot2:2 large dogs, a retractable leash, a bungee cord, 2 harnesses, a helmet, extra brake pads, and either a lot of insurance :satan: or a lot of religion :bigangel:, whichever you trust more.
We went up the ATV trail in the creek, through the water, over rocks and tussocks and through the willow thickets. :woot2:Then we climbed out of the valley up a wide-open tundra slope towards the large group of rocks on the top. As we went up, the Pud and Smoke get very excited and suddenly go into high gear. :greenboun If you’ve ever been pulled uphill on a rocky trail by two large excited dogs, you’ve experienced real power. It’s awesome :yes:.
Beyond the rocks the trail slopes downwards over another open tundra slope. There, Mama saw the reason for the excitement: 3 beautiful grizzlies were grazing next to the trail about 150 yards ahead :curtain:: a mother and 2 almost-grown cubs. They looked magnificent: fat and shiny with lush, deep fur. They are almost ready to go hibernating :sleeping:; this will be the fattest they get to be all year. The bears saw us and we saw the bears :wave:. Everybody stood for a minute and stared at each other. The dogs were interested, but tired from charging up the hill, and the bears were far enough away, so no one was misbehavin’:crossfing . Then, the bears went back to grazing and Mama turned the bike around and we went back down the slope and into the creek and over the rocks and tussocks and through the water toward home. :woot2:
An hour later, we’re rolling along into our neighborhood thinking what a fantastic run we’ve had and what a nice, polite encounter :311hi-thuwe had with three large fearsome grizzly bears.
Enter neighbor’s ankle biter. :cavalry:Also known as The Blight, Puntable, little Sh!t, or Saddam Hussein the Second. It comes out of nowhere and homes in on us like a cross between a ground-hugging missile and a black, shrieking teakettle.:crash: I yell to Pudden, “On by, on by”, and bless her heart she obeys, but when mini-Cujo is just 5 feet away, she can’t help herself and whirls around to have a bite.:redhot: Smoke, ever a little slower to catch on, decides this might be interesting, too,:scratchch but turns the OTHER way, so that one loops back on each side of the bike and the bungee gets caught in the tire and Mama hits the brakes and goes armpit over teakettle and lands in the dirt and yells something unprintable which contains several grammatical versions of that word starting with that letter which we don’t use any more and which would surely offend Kimm :bricks1:. The missile, meanwhile, is shrilling off in the distance toward home, probably already planning the next assault. :slamdoor:
And no, I didn’t get any pictures to go with this thread, because whenever we have a Puntable encounter, all I see is a low black flash and a lot of dirt very close to my face :eyecrazy:
So, do you think you can now attempt an answer to the riddle?!:no:
Warning: the following story contains gory images of attacking predators!
So the Pudden, Smoke and I went mountain-bike-joring-a-trois today. This activity requires: one mountain bike, :woot2:2 large dogs, a retractable leash, a bungee cord, 2 harnesses, a helmet, extra brake pads, and either a lot of insurance :satan: or a lot of religion :bigangel:, whichever you trust more.
We went up the ATV trail in the creek, through the water, over rocks and tussocks and through the willow thickets. :woot2:Then we climbed out of the valley up a wide-open tundra slope towards the large group of rocks on the top. As we went up, the Pud and Smoke get very excited and suddenly go into high gear. :greenboun If you’ve ever been pulled uphill on a rocky trail by two large excited dogs, you’ve experienced real power. It’s awesome :yes:.
Beyond the rocks the trail slopes downwards over another open tundra slope. There, Mama saw the reason for the excitement: 3 beautiful grizzlies were grazing next to the trail about 150 yards ahead :curtain:: a mother and 2 almost-grown cubs. They looked magnificent: fat and shiny with lush, deep fur. They are almost ready to go hibernating :sleeping:; this will be the fattest they get to be all year. The bears saw us and we saw the bears :wave:. Everybody stood for a minute and stared at each other. The dogs were interested, but tired from charging up the hill, and the bears were far enough away, so no one was misbehavin’:crossfing . Then, the bears went back to grazing and Mama turned the bike around and we went back down the slope and into the creek and over the rocks and tussocks and through the water toward home. :woot2:
An hour later, we’re rolling along into our neighborhood thinking what a fantastic run we’ve had and what a nice, polite encounter :311hi-thuwe had with three large fearsome grizzly bears.
Enter neighbor’s ankle biter. :cavalry:Also known as The Blight, Puntable, little Sh!t, or Saddam Hussein the Second. It comes out of nowhere and homes in on us like a cross between a ground-hugging missile and a black, shrieking teakettle.:crash: I yell to Pudden, “On by, on by”, and bless her heart she obeys, but when mini-Cujo is just 5 feet away, she can’t help herself and whirls around to have a bite.:redhot: Smoke, ever a little slower to catch on, decides this might be interesting, too,:scratchch but turns the OTHER way, so that one loops back on each side of the bike and the bungee gets caught in the tire and Mama hits the brakes and goes armpit over teakettle and lands in the dirt and yells something unprintable which contains several grammatical versions of that word starting with that letter which we don’t use any more and which would surely offend Kimm :bricks1:. The missile, meanwhile, is shrilling off in the distance toward home, probably already planning the next assault. :slamdoor:
And no, I didn’t get any pictures to go with this thread, because whenever we have a Puntable encounter, all I see is a low black flash and a lot of dirt very close to my face :eyecrazy:
So, do you think you can now attempt an answer to the riddle?!:no:
