BirdManMike
Well-known member
Can you turn your Hoka shoes into switchblade shoes then kick it right in the face next time like Patrick Swayze in Roadhouse.
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Don't feel bad. One time in the pitch dark on my way to my deer stand, my headlamp caught two pairs of eyes charging at me from about 15 yards away. All I could muster was a flinch and a "HEY!"We were out on a morning run. I had exactly zero forms of defense except my shrill voice and marshmellowy Hoka shoes (which I kicked it with).
I know this is a double entendre, but I truly am not a fan of felines of any size. Just look at how many likes I've given out on lethal removal in feral cat threads.NR hunters are all the same. Trigger happy tourists with low standards. Out of towners are the prey of the local cougars..
If a cat ever tries to do that to my dog, I’m gonna turn it into this hat to assert my dominance over the mountains.A good friend of mine from high school and I were on a weekend backpacking trip probably 20 years or so ago, and he brought along his new lab that had just gotten back from training camp. Sitting around the fire one night the pup perked up, staring into the the dark and growling. My friend and I went to grab flashlights and start looking just in time to see one jump into the firelight, smack the pup across the face, bite it behind the neck, and drag it off.
I didn't sleep that night.
We found his pup up a tree about 300 yards from camp the next day. Long quiet pack out. I bought my first pistol the next day - even though in that instance it would have done no good what so ever.
Low blow....Your a little old to be calling in cougars now , unless you hit up the retirement home !
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I'm debating it todayI bought my first pistol the next day
Your a little old to be calling in cougars now , unless you hit up the retirement home !
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You made foot contact with an MF’ing big cat?! That’s a rad story now that you’re away from the beast, safe and all.We were out on a morning run. I had exactly zero forms of defense except my shrill voice and marshmellowy Hoka shoes (which I kicked it with).
..three rivers rule Marv.Damn that hurts! Hey Chris I’m not THAT much older than you… I digress, yes I am
But a retirement home?? Dude that’s like hunting over a feeder c’mon man give me a few props!!!!
little pocket rocket 9 in a fanny pack while you run? You wouldn't be the first to rock that combo.I'm debating it today
As i felt my balance wain with the effort of the kick, with barely grazed the cat, I immediately regretted my decision, but thankfully it was blinded by the spotlight and didn't capitalize the one moment of weakness.You made foot contact with an MF’ing big cat?! That’s a rad story now that you’re away from the beast, safe and all.
The bar version I’m reading here between the lines is “I kicked the sumbitch right square in the kisser and it let loose the squeal of a thousand hell-bound banshees then ran off into the darkness to lick its wounds.”As i felt my balance wain with the effort of the kick, with barely grazed the cat, I immediately regretted my decision, but thankfully it was blinded by the spotlight and didn't capitalize the one moment of weakness.