LG has averaged like 20 post a day for the past 4 years. I doubt he has been very busy with the law profession.
What can you expect from an ambulance chaser?? :birgits_giggle:
The one in the middle, a photoshopped Charlize Theron?
Voertsek.
And this thread is exactly why I don't take the /Politics forum seriously anymore.
My grandmother used to say;
"If the stove's too hot, get out of the kitchen.'
I'll play along, why is South Africa's crime rate an important world event?
I guess that would depend of where you live and what you may or may not care about specifically,
organized genocide against a particular minority.
You must think the topic worthy of comment since you commented.
If you want to know what to think, check with your nearest thought policemen, they are well represented in this thread.
Don't believe it: are you lion?:biggrin:
If I'm lion I'm Dion!!
I used to travel around a bit when I was younger but about thirty five years ago I moved back to the country and having been away for a while, I thought I would get all caught up on everything right away.
I don't know how I thought I could fish all morning after running my trap line, bird hunt all afternoon, coon hunt at night and still work and support a family while keeping up all the honey dews and other homework that I was very enthusiastic about keeping abreast of in those days.
After a bit of prioritation and considering the fact that I needed to sleep sometime but before I cut out the coon hunting part, I heard about a dog a guy wanted to give away and went to visit him.
I had a half blue tick and half mountain cur and this guy supposedly had a Rhodesian Ridgeback female that I thought maybe I could breed my dot with and maybe hve something unique.
The man with the dog to give away was really interesting and I spent all afternoon with him, he lived alone and seemed a bit lonely. He had been a WWII fighter pilot, flying P-40s and later P-51s out of England and after Germany capitulated he flew P-38s in the South Pacific.
He showed me several photo albums and various trophies he had won. He had won several world championship coon hound competitions and had developed five different strains of Walkers and had won a championship with each of the five.
He was good friends with one of Britians most famous fighter pilots who had given him a prize fox hound from the family estate that he had bred into one of his strains of coon hounds.
When he was in the South Pacific near the end of the war he was sitting in his tent with another pilot playing cards and noticed a dog walk by the tent and asked what it was.
The other pilot thought it might be a red bone hound but he thought not and found it out to be a Rhodesian Ridgeback and brought it home with him and bred it into one of his championship lines.
The Ridgeback is so named because the hair on it's back from the base of the tail up to the shoulders runs foward rather than back toward the tail as in all other dogs.
He had obtained the dog he was considering getting rid of as a present from a Chinese man from Taiwan who had paid him to optain from local saw mills a particular kind of lumbar, the dog was a gift to show appreciation from the Chinese man.
As the sun began to set we went out to look at the dog, he described what a great hunter she was and that he had on several occasions seen her crawl on her belly hundreds of yards across fields and leap ypon a deer and bering it down. She wasn't big enough to keep a grown buck down but could hold down a doe easily.
He also explained she was definately a one man dog.
After I looked her over he asked if I wanter her and when I said yes he gave her to me and said he hoped I understood he wouldn't just give her to anyone. (I had had the feeling he had been sizing me up all day with some of the questions he asked etc.)
She was absolutely a one man dog, it was three months before she would even sniff the back of my hand when I offered it, she wasn't friendly with any of my other dogs and didn't like to be touched or petted at all.
In the mean time I had disposed of my coon hound and so when she came in heat I took her to a friend who had some Rodesian Ridgebacks to see if I could get some pups.
Even though we put her in a big male's pen and left her for a week she wouldn't let him cover her.
My friend said that even though she had the ridgeback hairing on her back she wasn't a pure RR and he should know since his dad sometimes flew over to South Africa to judge the breed in dog shows.
(His dad's spending of $6,000 for round trip airfare to judge a dog show had me immediately thinking one of the two of us had screwed up priorities.)
I had to agree with my friend, she was smaller than his hounds and his were of a tawny tan/brown color while mine was much more reddish.
So I did some research on my dog and I found that she was of a unique breed of wild dog found only on one island in the Gulf of Thailand.
The clincher was than she had double canine teeth top and bottom, the second set behind the front ones are curved backwards like hooks.
That is as to the best of my knowledge the only breed with that characteristic, the opposite running hair along the backbone is shared with the Rhodesian Ridgeback and no other breed has that as far as I know.
Well to make a long story a bit shorter, I'll try to wrap this baby up.
This dog was a picky eater and liked to leave food in her dish to much on later and I had some chickens at the time and they would come along help themselves but she would hide behind her house, jump out and kill them and place them in a neat stack.
I didn't like that and tried to break her, she didn't accept scolding at all.
After I had her for a little while I had turned her loose one afternoon and she disapeared for about two weeks and finally returned as thin as a rail, I assumed she had been chasing deer.
After I had her about six months and taking her for walks on a leash I finally developed enough rapport with her to let her course the fields and had even her coming when I called.
One day I caught her killing another chicken and scolded her for it and told the kids not to turn her loose but they did and that was the last I ever saw of her, I supposed she joined the coyotes, she always seemed closer to them than to me.
So the red wolf killed by Mrs Old Vol may have been from the land between the lakes or it might have been a Phu Quoc - coyote cross.