Oct 26, 2010 -- 7:46PM, mytmouse57 wrote:

I once saw a dog get a slight hurt to his leg, yipe, limp a little bit and consequenlty get all sorts of attention from the people present.

Later, the dog made another pass, still limping, and obviously waiting for the attention. The problem was, he was limping on the wrong leg.

 

Years ago, at a stable where I boarded my horse, late at night when it was dark (no lights in parking lot) I closed my hatchback without knowing one of the stray stable cats was on top of the car.  I pinched her pad.  She ran off.  The next day I found her and she was limping and I took her to the vet.  Her leg was not broken, it had a cut pad.  She was put on antibiotics and I had her spayed and given vaccinations.  I kept her at my house until she healed.  I took her back to the barn. 

The next day I saw her and she was limping. I commented to other boarders that she needed to go back to the vet.  The boarders were mystified because she had not limped all day.  I took her back to the vet and he said she was fine.  The next day when I arrived, she limped out to greet me.  Once again, the other boarders said she wasn't limping all day.

I was working on my horse and walked around the barn and she was surprised by my sudden appearance.  She began limping.  On the wrong leg.

So, I began to spy on her.  As long as she didn't see me, she would not limp.  As soon as I appeared, she would limp.  Occasionally on the right leg and occasionally on the wrong one.  LOL

Oct 27, 2010 -- 6:33AM, appy20 wrote:

Oct 26, 2010 -- 7:46PM, mytmouse57 wrote:

I once saw a dog get a slight hurt to his leg, yipe, limp a little bit and consequenlty get all sorts of attention from the people present.

Later, the dog made another pass, still limping, and obviously waiting for the attention. The problem was, he was limping on the wrong leg.

 

Years ago, at a stable where I boarded my horse, late at night when it was dark (no lights in parking lot) I closed my hatchback without knowing one of the stray stable cats was on top of the car.  I pinched her pad.  She ran off.  The next day I found her and she was limping and I took her to the vet.  Her leg was not broken, it had a cut pad.  She was put on antibiotics and I had her spayed and given vaccinations.  I kept her at my house until she healed.  I took her back to the barn. 

The next day I saw her and she was limping. I commented to other boarders that she needed to go back to the vet.  The boarders were mystified because she had not limped all day.  I took her back to the vet and he said she was fine.  The next day when I arrived, she limped out to greet me.  Once again, the other boarders said she wasn't limping all day.

I was working on my horse and walked around the barn and she was surprised by my sudden appearance.  She began limping.  On the wrong leg.

So, I began to spy on her.  As long as she didn't see me, she would not limp.  As soon as I appeared, she would limp.  Occasionally on the right leg and occasionally on the wrong one.  LOL

 

There's no doubt, animals are far more complex and intelligent than many people give them credit for. And the results can sometimes be comical.

Oct 27, 2010 -- 12:46PM, mytmouse57 wrote:

On the subject of hunting, I won't be politcally correct and try to deny that the kill isn't a thrilling moment. Any predator, be it human, wolf, bear, big cat -- whatever obviously takes satisfaction in the kill. But it's not some sort of quasi-orgasmic getting off that some try to make it out to be.  

Plus, it's only a moment. A moment that results from a lot of hard work, and consequently results in even more hard work -- from breaking the carcass down in the field, to getting it back home and then butchering and wrapping it for the freezer once it's there.

If I just wanted the cheap thrill of killing, I could grab my .22 and go shoot rats at the dump.

Not to mention killing rats at the dump would be a whole lot easier. 

I don't think there is an understanding of actually how hard hunting can be with some people. 

Rabbit and squirell are fairly easy, honestly.  Go to an area that is populated, and knock yourself out.  Quail and pheasant are hit or miss, even if you have a good dog. 

First time I went deer hunting though, I was impressed by how hard it is.  All the variables that one has to take into account.  It's not like they just walk up and say shoot me. 

I think the satisfaction comes from the effort that you have to put into it, not necessarily the kill itself. 

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Oct 27, 2010 -- 4:41PM, solfeggio wrote:

I can't talk about hunting with anybody anymore.  The idea of getting pleasure out of taking a life is not just morally objectionable but revolting as well.

Well that explains why you don't listen when we say that we don't take pleasure from the killing. 

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Oct 27, 2010 -- 5:31PM, solfeggio wrote:

And, as I've said a thousand times, I do not understand why anybody would do something on purpose, over and over again, in which he took no pleasure.

Because he (or she) takes pleasure in things surrounding it. 

He takes pleasure in the solitude.  In the crisp morning air.  In watching the sun rise.  In feeling a bonding with the countless members of humanity that has done the same thing.  In sitting down to a nice steak. 

I know you can get all of these things individually without hunting, but you can only get all of them together by hunting. 

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