Yep, cool story!
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Yep, cool story!
Bloody Hell is right.
But I would have done the same. My mother used to have a fit because I befriended all the guard dogs in the neighbourhood. I might have been bitten but I still would have done it.
Here's a different sort of story on the same theme. I used to have a horse named Woody. He was my first one . At one place that I had him boarded he spent some time on pasture board with another horse-an Anglo-Arab. One day when I finished riding it was past feeding time. So I put myhorse out to his pasture and he trotted off. I then went and got the feed and came back. As i was walking into the pasture I heard a noise and looked around. I saw the Anglo-Arab comeing at me, head snaked out, ears flat and teeth bared. Horses only do that when they mean to do serious harm. It's not a warning or a display, it's what they do when they mean to kill dogs or other predators. All I have is a bucket in one hand and I'm too far away from the fence. And I'm thinking 'oh $H@#$!' So I get ready to swing the bucket and duck. Right before the horse was within 10 feet of me Woody came out of no where and slammed to a halt between me and the other horse. I swear to god he closed his eyes and braced himself. The horse came to a halt and then tried to get around Woody. Woody just kept coming between me and him. I walked over to the feed bin as quietly as I could, filled it and then walked away. The attacking horse settled in to eat. I then filled Woody's, gave him a pat and walked away. Woody left his feed (horse's NEVER do this, ever!) and 'escorted' me to the gate. Once the gate was closed he went back to his feed. I sat down and shook a little bit.
from that day on, he always stayed with me and escorted me out of the paddock.
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I didn't realize how long I went... Sorry about that. I tend to be a little detail oriented and make sure that people know exactly what happened etc.
The weirdest experience I think I've ever had was taking a picture of a building dowtown Vancouver. I had a bit of a slow shutter speed (at night) a guy walked into the frame and I was like dammit. He looked over at me and said "Don't worry." and kept walking. I was thinking, I'm not worried about taking your picture because I'm just going to delete it and retake it. Before deleting it though I wanted to glance at it and see how the exposure worked out etc.
I looked at it, did a double take at it, looked down the street, he was still walking there, looked at my camera again. He wasn't in the photo. He'd walked right through the scene, shutter was open the whole time he walked by. I looked down the street again (2 seconds after looking before) and he was gone. There were no doorways or alleys or streets to have gone down.
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oooohh, these are good!
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