Thursday, May 17, 2012

Where the Wild Things Are

A simple stop along a country road, on the way to an assignment. It's the country, there's trees, sunshine, birds chirping.  It's safe to stop, there, a female all alone, out along an isolated road, far from home.  Right?

Fortunately I was armed, for I stumbled across a bobcat, lying in wait along the path.

You all be careful out there.  :-)

 :-)

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  1. At least you didn't get run over by a Pinto.

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  3. North - why did I get a mental picture of "I carry a Bobcat" of that Far Side Cartoon with the Dobie-Matic? hahaha

    Well Seasoned - true, the hoof marks are tough on kevlar.

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  4. At least you didn't hit the back of it... (Bobcat = Pinto)

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  5. I carry a snazzy red/black quasi-marbled cane.

    Does that count? ;)

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  6. So... Did it have Firestone 500 tires on it? If so it was TRULY dangerous...

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  7. Heh. Looks hungry.

    Ya know...the way you started this blog post is the way a lot of sorority-girl horror movies start, too...

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  8. Watch out for the Mercury Cougars and Buick Wildcats too.

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  9. Don't those explode if you kick'em in the rear?...

    Dann in Ohio

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  10. OMG! How did I ever live without your blog and your readers' comments?????

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  11. Sherry - sometimes the comments are better than the post. Glad you enjoy and visit. The batphone is quiet so far, perhaps a little baking and reading this weekend.

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  12. Had one in my backyard, mount lion more though. Wow can they scream! It's yell went right through to my bones! I wasn't armed. I think I could have won but it would have been ugly... I just backed into the house... My poor stupid cat had to be coaxed in, she was all twitched out, me using the screen door as a shield for as much as it might have worked to get Sam in. Careful indeed.

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  13. That's great! I always wondered where my first car ended up, and you found it! 1976 Bobcat, traded it in in '87 when I got my first new car. Every oil change I'd find pieces of the pistons in the oil pan... it was a POS but it was MY POS.

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