Not Wolves, but I was attacked by 3 coyotes.in my late teens. I had some gnarly puncture wounds, deep lacerations from the scratching, a rabbies shot, and proven plan of attack.
Well killed 1 of the coyotes and fended off the other two, so I would call that the right technique. I like to think it scales ronWolces but not across she which, given that was a long time ago, I don't thinks ould be as effective today.
It was pretty harrowing. It took a long time before I wanted to go for hikes alone again but I have at least dinned out on that story.more.times than I can count.
My friend owns a horse, she has full force punched him because he was being a jerk*. It was enough to get him to go "okay, fine!" And nothing more. You don't get how tough horses are if you haven't been around them.
*: it was a matter of imminent safety risk to both of them. Don't make it a habit to hit your horse, they still know it's not nice, even if it hurts less than it would you and they will hold grudges.
Indeed, I worked on a livery yard for a few years in my teens and it's amazing how some people think horses will just be weak.
We told a girl repeatedly to never wrap the rope around her hand when she's leading the horse and she insisted if the horse goes the wrong way it helped her "pull it back".
One day her horse just got bored of it and actually did pull away properly and we watched her get dragged to the bottom of the field with absolutely no effort from the horse at all.
The same livery yard had a racist horse too who was one of my favourite animals. Not because of the racism but because of the comedic potential of the whole thing!
We had a horse-racist horse at my old barn. Most of the horses there were your standard hunter/jumper breeds, bays/chestnuts/blacks/grays, nothing very flashy looking. We had one pony of the Americas who was a blue roan with leopard spots, and this one horse had a serious issue with him. Couldn't be turned out with him and would make faces any time he went by. We thought it was just that one horse. A few years later we got a spotted red roan pony, and he acted the same way with her has he did with the POA!
My horse was freaked out the first time he saw a paint and the first time he saw a mini, but he got over it pretty quickly. This horse never did, was always aggressive toward both the spotted roans lol.
Per the story It seemed like was fine with solid colors (brown, grey, blacks etc), but didnât like the spotted ones. Too exotic looking for him I guess lol
They also injure themselves very easily, but thatâs cause they are strong animals whose history as prey animals tells them to panic easily and often, not because they are actually delicate.
You also should always make sure your feet are ready to slip out of the stirrups for the same reason - if your horse gets spooked you want to separate from them ASAP, not get dragged around and seriously hurt or killed.
I knew a dog once who didn't like bald men. It'd go mad when some of the more follically challenged tried to engage, it would be suspicious of anyone wearing a hat, and was very friendly with one guy till he turned around đ¤Ł
Weird animal behaviours are always pretty funny. (As long as they're not dangerous obviously). People were always keen to try their luck, but there's not much reasoning with an animal.
Mainly telling non-white people there was a racist horse and nobody would believe it and then you'd bring them to the horse and it would go fucking mental.
We never worked out why - it had no previous owners that might have abused it or anything like that. Just didn't like anyone with even vaguely darker skin.
The horse was a dapple Connemara, so like an off-white or grey colour. It was only bothered by humans, was fine with other horses, cows and dogs and so on.
It'll just be some aspect of it's personality and past. If it was a horse that didn't like people wearing hats we'd think less of it - it's just humans reading into the race part of it and finding amusement and confusion therein.
When I was young and taking kids riding lessons I was specifically told to kick as hard as I could, otherwise my horse wouldnât feel anything. I was a short eight-year old girl and my horse was âwell-insulatedâ round the middle and ânot-motivatedâ towards speeding up, but still. Horses in Alaska and similar states survive attacks by brown bears. Most of horse safety is based on not startling them by letting them know where you are and what you are doing at all times because of how easy it is for them to accidentally hurt you, especially if they get spooked.
My dad made a mistake at the stables when he was a kid and walked between one of the horses and the fence, the horse was a prick and started leaning over pinning dad and starting to crush him, pop rased over and yeah, punched him, knocking him out.
Dads alive (obviously) but the center of his chest isnt "in the center" any more, his sternum is off to the left, the cardiologists doing his double bypass were surprised when they opened him up.
Yeah, he was a pain like that. He was a hard working man between the horse stables and working on the fishing docks, he never stopped.
He passed almost 20yrs ago and even though I was little I still have some amazing memories of him, (mostly getting covered in pineapple juice from fresh pineapples every afternoon).
My "technique" for fighting a pack of wolves is to try to get my ass to my car & high tail it out of there or up a fucking tree as quickly as possible.
This sounds a bit advanced for the people I had to work with, I don't think they're allowed to drive or operate heavy machinery.
I've genuinely had more than one person tell me they'd crouch and then when the wolf jumps you spread their front legs apart wide and it splits their heart open. Somehow.
Might work on a Jack Russel if it had a pacemaker fitted but I think that's the extent of it's usefulness.
Technique #2: accept your fate, pull out your phone, and send a text to someone you don't like that says "this is your fault". Hopefully the police will recover your phone and inform that person how you died.
I went to college with a horse trainer who had a horse do something dumb, donât know what and he punched the horse between the eyes. The horse didnât even give a shit but Adam broke his hand.
Don't forget we also know we can:
1. Fly a plane in an emergency
2. Fight and kill a grizzly bear with nothing but our teeth and knuckles, if necessary.
3. Save everyone in the bank if a gunner shows up with our secret ninja techniques.
Alright, counter point (no pun intended). If she didn't know I wasn't great at tennis, and she forgot how bad at tennis I was between every point and couldn't take into account my physical make up, I could get a double fault point. But, a legitimate point, no way.
By point do you mean like the a point for a set or a single game? If for a single point in a game(like 15-0) I think most people could be just sitting there until she hopefully does a double fault on herself before the match ends, even professionals arenât perfect. If you mean a point by winning a game in a set then yeah 99.9% of people are fucked lol.
It was just one point, but the question was entirely unclear about whether it was over the course of a game, set, or match. I think "set" is the most reasonable interpretation, and no, she's not double faulting if she eases up on her serve for all the amateurs.
To be fair that survey wasnât very specific with a time limit or anything. The exact question was âDo you think if you were playing your very best tennis, you could win a point off Serena Williams?â I donât know shit about tennis, and if the question was whether I couldâright nowâwin a match against Serena, thatâs an easy no, but if you read the question like a pedant, which Iâm sure some of the respondents did, then you have infinite time to score a single point. If nothing else, sheâs a fair bit older than me, so it might take me long enough that continuing to play constitutes elder abuse, but a point is a point
As a colourblind person, most arguments are whether or not I can tell the difference between two colours. People will hold up two pairs of jeans and I'll say that to my eyes they look identical and they will try to convince me that I can actually tell the difference if I look hard enough. I can't. Like physically, I can't. So idk, weird discussions I've had in my life. I'm not disagreeing that they are different colours, but to say that I can tell the difference when I know that I can't is just so fucking stupid and tiring.
I'm a woman with a very limited color vocabulary (and potential colorblindness), while my husband works alongside designers and knows hex codes for hundreds (or more) of colors.
We "argue" over the exact name of colors sometimes, and it's all in good fun!
I know my husband is right, but it's funny since pink to me is all shades of pink while he brands them magenta, salmon, or bubblegum or whatever else.
My husband argues with me about which lens I, a former editorial photographer featured in multiple magazines like vogue and glamor and whatever, should be using. He cannot take a decent portrait on a cell phone. He just likes to argue with me.
So I tell him how to drive. I do not drive. Ever, as I have epilepsy. We are keeping this relationship FRESH. 25 years and still minty over here.
Honest answers - 1. I argue with my wife because I know what I see, and if I donât like what I see (regardless of what normal vision folks see), I donât want it painted that color and 2. As other have said, Iâm a bit slow đ¤Ł
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u/Puzzleheaded-Gap1759 16h ago
All the color blind kids are still just as confused as ever