Yeah I've knocked out several niggers between my boxing days and in bar fights.
Yeah I've knocked out several niggers between my boxing days and in bar fights.
Well done Patriot.
Well done Patriot.
I saw an old lady getting attacked by 2 pits. I tackled the nearest one, grabbed it in a head lock, and held on tight. The nigger owner got the other. Got scratched a bit but not bitten.
The little old white lady was out walking her dog when the pits broke through the screen door to get her poodle. She put her body over her dog.
I saw an old lady getting attacked by 2 pits. I tackled the nearest one, grabbed it in a head lock, and held on tight. The nigger owner got the other. Got scratched a bit but not bitten.
The little old white lady was out walking her dog when the pits broke through the screen door to get her poodle. She put her body over her dog.
She put her body over her dog.
I would too. The dogs would have to get me before they get my poodle. She's a big girl, tho, not a toy. Probably not a match for a pit, but I've seen her fend off aggressive dogs. We wrestle in my backyard. She bites if you put her up to it.
> She put her body over her dog.
I would too. The dogs would have to get me before they get my poodle. She's a big girl, tho, not a toy. Probably not a match for a pit, but I've seen her fend off aggressive dogs. We wrestle in my backyard. She bites if you put her up to it.
Someone's Doberman got loose in our neighborhood. I was walking home from school (8th grade maybe) and the dog was in the middle of the street. We were about 50ft apart when we noticed eachother. The dog took an aggressive stance with his head low and growled at me. I said "Oh, you wanna go?" and I threw my backpack and jacket on the ground and assumed my own fighting stance. I made my way over to the still growling dog and tried to kick it in the face. I stepped in and kicked like I was kicking a soccer ball. The dog fucking dodged my kick. It pulled its head back and all I hit were whiskers. We looked at eachother, then the dog turned and walked away. I'm sure someone else will have a better story.
Someone's Doberman got loose in our neighborhood. I was walking home from school (8th grade maybe) and the dog was in the middle of the street. We were about 50ft apart when we noticed eachother. The dog took an aggressive stance with his head low and growled at me. I said "Oh, you wanna go?" and I threw my backpack and jacket on the ground and assumed my own fighting stance. I made my way over to the still growling dog and tried to kick it in the face. I stepped in and kicked like I was kicking a soccer ball. The dog fucking dodged my kick. It pulled its head back and all I hit were whiskers. We looked at eachother, then the dog turned and walked away. I'm sure someone else will have a better story.
I liked that story and your attitude.
I liked that story and your attitude.
Ive been in a similar situation. I just yelled no and out at it a few times and it looked at me kinda confused and ran off.
Ive been in a similar situation. I just yelled no and out at it a few times and it looked at me kinda confused and ran off.
And then maroonsaint showed up and demanded the dog show him a picture of his penis.
And then maroonsaint showed up and demanded the dog show him a picture of his penis.
I killed a gopher and a bird growing up. Both were attacking me or family pets or siblings. We were all young. So I asked for a pellet gun and killed them from age 6-8 or so. I also almost choked out a street cat for biting me but stopped at the last second while it passed out. I dropkicked a pug dog who entered my backyard without permission too.
I have always been the victor. 4-0 vs wild animals with two kills.
I killed a gopher and a bird growing up. Both were attacking me or family pets or siblings. We were all young. So I asked for a pellet gun and killed them from age 6-8 or so. I also almost choked out a street cat for biting me but stopped at the last second while it passed out. I dropkicked a pug dog who entered my backyard without permission too.
I have always been the victor. 4-0 vs wild animals with two kills.
This has been my favorite comment so far.
This has been my favorite comment so far.
Haha followed.
Haha followed.
Not me personally, but a guy that moved into the apartments I was living in.
Some faggot business owner next to this apartment complex would bring his large aggressive dog with him to work and it would terrify all the residents in the apartment complex and sit and growl at children. Everyone hated the dog and verbal confrontations with the owner and calls to the dog pound were often, but as usual, nothing was done about this menace and the shithead would keep bringing it to work with him.
One day, this 7'2" guy moves into the apartments. Big guy with a deep southern drawl and analogies than were as slick as cat shit on linoleum. He moved in downstairs from me and didn't know anything about the vicious dog that tormented residents of the apartment complex. One morning I hear my neighbor close his door on his way to work. Then I hear the dog barking up a storm and growling at him in the parking lot. Then I hear, "swish... PUNT!" followed by a bunch of yelping. I quickly looked out the window and the guy seemed about as shaken as if he had just swatted a fly away from his face. He got in his car, which tipped to one side when he entered, and drove off to work without a care in the world. No one ever saw the dog again.
Not me personally, but a guy that moved into the apartments I was living in.
Some faggot business owner next to this apartment complex would bring his large aggressive dog with him to work and it would terrify all the residents in the apartment complex and sit and growl at children. Everyone hated the dog and verbal confrontations with the owner and calls to the dog pound were often, but as usual, nothing was done about this menace and the shithead would keep bringing it to work with him.
One day, this 7'2" guy moves into the apartments. Big guy with a deep southern drawl and analogies than were as slick as cat shit on linoleum. He moved in downstairs from me and didn't know anything about the vicious dog that tormented residents of the apartment complex. One morning I hear my neighbor close his door on his way to work. Then I hear the dog barking up a storm and growling at him in the parking lot. Then I hear, "swish... PUNT!" followed by a bunch of yelping. I quickly looked out the window and the guy seemed about as shaken as if he had just swatted a fly away from his face. He got in his car, which tipped to one side when he entered, and drove off to work without a care in the world. No one ever saw the dog again.
Did you watch him ride into the sunset?
Did you watch him ride into the sunset?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KnnHprUGKF0
I worked in wildlife control for years, and had some interesting interactions with squirrels and raccoons and snakes in enclosed spaces, but never fought one.
I worked in wildlife control for years, and had some interesting interactions with squirrels and raccoons and snakes in enclosed spaces, but never fought one.
I used to work near this park we would walk through when getting lunch. These fucking black birds would dive bomb me and peck at my head. I could never land a blow on them. I once smacked a pigeon that flew in my face though.
I used to work near this park we would walk through when getting lunch. These fucking black birds would dive bomb me and peck at my head. I could never land a blow on them. I once smacked a pigeon that flew in my face though.
Actually, I do have a kinda fought a wild animal story. In my youth (talking 12 to 13) I lived in area with vast open scrubland behind our community, hills and valleys and lots of scrub brush. We used to wander every day back there during our summer vacations. (Mom kicked us out of the house in the morning and we couldn’t come back until the streetlights were on but that’s another story.) one time after watching a few Disneys Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom I decided I could grab a snake just like that guy on TV. I did, I grabbed that diamondback by the back of its head, it proceeded to wrap itself around my arm rattler and all! That’s not how it was supposed to happen on TV. My friends ran off yelling you’re going to die. I agreed!
Well, I’m typing this, so it turned out okay. I grabbed the tail and slowly and carefully unwrapped the snake from my arm. Once it was clear I threw it as far as I could (four feet, I was a blubbering mass of tears at that point.) TV never again.
Actually, I do have a kinda fought a wild animal story. In my youth (talking 12 to 13) I lived in area with vast open scrubland behind our community, hills and valleys and lots of scrub brush. We used to wander every day back there during our summer vacations. (Mom kicked us out of the house in the morning and we couldn’t come back until the streetlights were on but that’s another story.) one time after watching a few Disneys Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom I decided I could grab a snake just like that guy on TV. I did, I grabbed that diamondback by the back of its head, it proceeded to wrap itself around my arm rattler and all! That’s not how it was supposed to happen on TV. My friends ran off yelling you’re going to die. I agreed!
Well, I’m typing this, so it turned out okay. I grabbed the tail and slowly and carefully unwrapped the snake from my arm. Once it was clear I threw it as far as I could (four feet, I was a blubbering mass of tears at that point.) TV never again.
My ram has a go. He'd just finished off my farmer neighbor. Sending him packing limping back to his own property.
He had busted open his gate and gotten into the creek area I was lumbering in.
He charged me. I grabbed him. Scratched his back. He wagged his tail and allowed me to lead him back to the ewes.
Fight over. I was victorious.
My ram has a go.
He'd just finished off my farmer neighbor. Sending him packing limping back to his own property.
He had busted open his gate and gotten into the creek area I was lumbering in.
He charged me. I grabbed him. Scratched his back. He wagged his tail and allowed me to lead him back to the ewes.
Fight over. I was victorious.
I was around 10 when I heard the neighbors down the street had gotten a huge husky/Spitz dog. Summer day and I'm walking up to my house and no one else is around. I looked down to the corner and see the husky appear. It sees me and takes off like a rocket heading right for me. I realize I won't be able to make it to the back gate before the dog will reach me. I remember thinking this was how I was going to die, getting mauled by a dog. So I just stood there and braced for impact. The dog leaped onto me and knocked me down. While on the ground it proceeded to lick my face and then hopped around wanting to play. I wonder how close I came to peeing myself.
I was around 10 when I heard the neighbors down the street had gotten a huge husky/Spitz dog. Summer day and I'm walking up to my house and no one else is around. I looked down to the corner and see the husky appear. It sees me and takes off like a rocket heading right for me. I realize I won't be able to make it to the back gate before the dog will reach me. I remember thinking this was how I was going to die, getting mauled by a dog. So I just stood there and braced for impact. The dog leaped onto me and knocked me down. While on the ground it proceeded to lick my face and then hopped around wanting to play. I wonder how close I came to peeing myself.
I was camping with a group when I was young. The kid next to me sleeping outside under the stars had gum. A bear came up in the night and when I sat up he hit me in the chest. Still the hardest hit I ever took in my life. When other people woke up and the bear ran off, it was a cub maybe 50-60 lbs. Bears are incredibly strong. I had a dinner plate sized black bruise on my chest for over a month.
I was camping with a group when I was young. The kid next to me sleeping outside under the stars had gum. A bear came up in the night and when I sat up he hit me in the chest. Still the hardest hit I ever took in my life. When other people woke up and the bear ran off, it was a cub maybe 50-60 lbs. Bears are incredibly strong. I had a dinner plate sized black bruise on my chest for over a month.
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