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Shaman |
AAAHAHAHAHA! He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. | |||
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Membership has its privileges |
WOW, glad you are ok. Niech Zyje P-220 Steve | |||
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Where I am that is a very bad idea last time I checked. Something to do w/ "firearm" and "roadside" as I remember it. And to add, SC, that sucks. No wonder you have a dashcam w/ all that goes on down there, it seems. | |||
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Now and Zen |
That's the most distressing thing about this whole story to me. That poor bear. ___________________________________________________________________________ "....imitate the action of the Tiger." | |||
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Dude. My post wasn't a how too. Not only that, it was "only a deer", you go and one up, and go to a bear. Glad you are OK. ARman | |||
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Frangas non Flectes |
Same. Poor guy. ______________________________________________ “There are plenty of good reasons for fighting, but no good reason ever to hate without reservation, to imagine that God Almighty Himself hates with you, too.” | |||
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Looking at life thru a windshield |
Sorry to see that, glad you are okay, I almost hit a small one up near Brasstown Bald years ago. | |||
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So the ranger was not OK with you shooting it dead on the side of the road? | |||
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Do you get a bearskin rug out of the encounter? U.S. Army 11F4P Vietnam 69-70 NRA Life Member | |||
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Drill Here, Drill Now |
Glad you're OK and maintained control. It must've been only 4 or 5 weeks ago when you found the Explorer off the road on your commute to work. Ego is the anesthesia that deadens the pain of stupidity DISCLAIMER: These are the author's own personal views and do not represent the views of the author's employer. | |||
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Laugh or Die |
I know you're an animal lover so I hope you're ok after hitting the bear ________________________________________________ | |||
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Shaman |
In fact it was about half a mile further up the mountain. I'm speculating that he had swerved to avoid this bear. He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. | |||
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Avoiding slam fires |
Well some folks have all the luck, some folks never see one.Glad you are ok,auto can be repaired | |||
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Shaman |
Hey!!! I thought of your hunts afterwards. There’s so many of them up here now, they need culling!!! He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. | |||
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Why don’t you fix your little problem and light this candle |
I am surprised the airbags didn't fire. That was a solid hit. Glad you are ok. Had a guy and his family hit a dear in front of me. Pulled over, helped him get the car safely off the road. This business will get out of control. It will get out of control and we'll be lucky to live through it. -Rear Admiral (Lower Half) Joshua Painter Played by Senator Fred Thompson | |||
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Just curious what state the cockatoo tree is in that has so many bears to cull? Harshest Dream, Reality | |||
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אַרְיֵה |
He's in the North Georgia hills. הרחפת שלי מלאה בצלופחים | |||
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Min-Chin-Chu-Ru... Speed with Glare |
For what's it's worth, from your dash cam footage, it's clear there was no way to avoid that hit. | |||
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Whelp... thanks GenAI for this one fellas... **The Ballad of ScreamingCrocketto** In the wilds of North Georgia, under a sky so vast and blue, Drove a man named ScreamingCrocketto, in his Nissan Rogue so true. Winding roads and forests deep, the journey seemed so clear, Until fate's twist, a sudden mist, brought a bear so near. With a roar that shook the mountains, the bear stood in his path, ScreamingCrocketto's heart raced wildly, a mix of fear and wrath. In his trusty Rogue he braced, as the bear loomed large and grim, A moment frozen in time, a story's start, so bleak and dim. The collision, a thunderous clash, nature's raw force unbound, Metal bent, the ground it rent, a harrowing, deafening sound. But ScreamingCrocketto, brave at heart, emerged unscathed and whole, While the bear, a creature fierce, retreated back into its knoll. In the aftermath of that fateful night, under the moon's soft glow, ScreamingCrocketto stood by his Rogue, his spirit not laid low. A tale of man versus wild, in the Georgia hills so steep, A memory etched in time, a story his heart would forever keep. So here's to ScreamingCrocketto, and his Nissan Rogue so bold, For in the dance of man and nature, their story was told. In the land of the Chattahoochee, where the wild winds blow, Lives the legend of a man and a bear, and a Nissan Rogue that stole the show. Train how you intend to Fight Remember - Training is not sparring. Sparring is not fighting. Fighting is not combat. | |||
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