the only part that made me suspicious was when he typed "she" instead of "he".
Four Men Attacked By Grizzly, 3 Killed
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the only part that made me suspicious was when he typed "she" instead of "he".
Rick Ronson
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Bears telegraph punches and throw wide.
If your footwork is on point you can out point the bear and maybe
even go for the knock out in the later rounds and send his ass into
early hibernation.
I myself think I would work the shit out of a bear.
If i could get back to 175 lbs
If your footwork is on point you can out point the bear and maybe
even go for the knock out in the later rounds and send his ass into
early hibernation.
I myself think I would work the shit out of a bear.
If i could get back to 175 lbs
I was talking to my cousin from out of province during the summer of 2010 and he was in town for a number of months and went for a few walks/hikes with friends. Said he was walking lake-side in late-July when they came across a brown bear. Made eye contact and then he just paused and slowly BACKED UP (from about 20 feet away) and then just turned and kept walking at a moderate pace once the bear had shuffled off and gone about his business in the other direction. Walking back about an hour later they came across ANOTHER bear (smaller in size) and he said he just froze in his tracks and waited for that bear off in the distance to go off in another direction. Then they walked back and basically shit themselves in the process.
lmao subbin to read in the mornin.
Good read/story. Not realistic in the fact bears do not kill quickly and then pursue the others in the group. Usually they maul someone relatively slowly and other have the chance to escape. I knew it was fake then. Good story though.
As I said before, this is based on a true story. Some bear, somewhere, did this to 3 or 4 guys. How he killed the second guy was more "theatrical" to where the bear tackled him from behind, shook him by his leg, bit into his stomach, then backed off, paused, and smacked the guy across the face with his paw. Actually, the details how he killed the rest other than the first guy. All of that is me. But the story of 3 or 4 guys being attacked by a bear and all but one of them dies is a true story I heard somewhere a long time ago.
I used to watch Marty Stouffer's Wild America and stuff like that as a kid. Somewhere I heard this story, I don't know where but it stuck. I began to think it and rethink it between the ages of I guess 8 and my current age of 33. Yesterday, I read An RnB Thug's post about a bear and a caribou and BOOM, it came to me. I sat down and wrote out the story and posted it. Like I said, other than how each guy died in detail, the story is 100% true with details added by me for creative purposes.
I KNOW bears don't normally do this. I realize this. But sometimes animals do things that are outside the scope of what they normally do. On an animal show once, I saw a herd of cape buffalo attack lion cubs unprovoked. These animals even scare lions, and, quiet as it's kept kill more people every year than lions do.
Lioness by Godofwine
With the drought of the African Sahara going on weeks, the prey had seemingly abandoned the particular area of the Serengeti in search of water. Because of the scarcity of prey, a pride of thirteen lions, including six cubs, six lionesses and a lone male had not had a kill in two days. The lack of food meant a the milk used to feed the cubs was low as the cubs had yet to be weened.
Times were desperate, and the male joined on the hunt. He wouldn't actually hunt, but strategically place himself in a position to scare a herd of animals toward the females.
One one occasion, the lionesses of the pride were out hunting and they left one lioness with about 6 cubs. The lioness, lying partially hidden behind an acacia tree was approached by the herd of cape buffalo, the cubs were hiding in the tall grasses off to her right. The lioness stood, rising from her resting place to stand firm in the face of the trespassers. The buffalo, unaffected by her posturing continued toward her, but a tad slower. More deliberate.
The lioness rushed the buffalo, one lead buffalo in particular, attempting to scare them off, but they knew they outnumbered her. She closed the ten feet between them in an instant, but the lead buffalo leaned forward and lowered his horns and the lioness veered to the side. The lioness made a couple more attempts to scare the buffalo away, at least to guide them to the left, away from where the cubs lay hiding, but their sheer size and numbers were to much for her. They shuffled slowly toward her right as if to attempt to flank her and she was powerless to stop them.
The lead buffalo walked slowly toward the the grasses and the fear in the lioness' heart, the fear for the cubs made her bolder. She jumped toward the lead buffalo and he lowered his horns and launched the lioness about eight feet and she lay there sprawled on the short grasses. She could only watch, defenseless as the lead buffalo walked closer to the where the cubs were hiding.
The buffalo walked into the high grasses, staring at the lioness in the most sinister way I have ever seen an animal look in all of my years. With his eyes glued to the lioness, he raised up on his hind legs and stomped the grasses. He raised up again, and again, and again, stomping the high grasses. The eyes of the lioness never left his, and the eyes of the lead buffalo never left hers. The lioness' eyes were broken, spirited but helpless, unable to do anything to save the cubs of her pride. The buffalo's eyes were that of a human sociopath in a murderous rage. You could tell that he KNEW what he was doing. That there was a purpose and intent to his actions.
The lioness in the stare down turned away first. After one more stomp, the buffalo kicked up the grasses with its hind legs as if covering the mess and looked around as if it suddenly lost interest. It had done something horrible, but was bored now. Looking toward the rest of the herd, the lead buffalo let out a gruff snort and simply walked toward its herd and off into the other direction with the herd following. The herd was not even crossing the path of where the lion cubs were. It was as if the herd of buffalo went out of their way to attempt to kill lion cubs and then left in the other direction.
The lioness, forlorn, devastated, slowly walked over to the high grasses, repeatedly moaning a soft mew. Calling for the cubs, but expecting the worst.
No cubs responded.
She walked unsteadily, visibly shaken from not hearing a single reply to her call to the cubs, Though she prepared as much as she could for the outcome, the reality of facing such a situation slowed her steps considerably. Continuing to walk closer to the grasses, at first seeming as if she was afraid to look into the grasses for fear of what she might see. Her pace slowed and she let out another moaning mew.
Still, no response.
She continued mewing, louder this time as she inched into the grasses where she finally saw the damaged grasses up close.
Then she saw the first dead cub. It was crushed. She moved it with her paw and it lay there, limp. The cub's eyes were closed, as if it were sleeping. But the cub was not sleeping.
Bending down, the lioness stroked it with her paw, then licked it, beginning with the head and continuing all the way down to the tail, hoping to bring it back. To bring it back to life, but it was too late. She released a throaty moaning cry as her worst fears were realized. Slumping to the grass, she curled up around the cub, licking it slowly and gently.
On unsteady legs she stood, first on her forelegs, then she raised her hind legs, careful not to step on the dead cub. Letting out another soft mew, calling in desperation for a response the lioness urged searched further and found yet another dead cub a few feet from where she found the other one, and she did as she had done to the first, licking it, but to no avail.
She continued calling for them as she found the third, and a fourth, and a fifth cub. All dead. Her pain was palpable to anyone or anything watching this scene. She continued again and again calling and she heard something off to the right. A soft, barely audible mewing returning her call.
Her spirits grew, and she walked faster toward the sound, calling a louder. The return calls came, also louder, and she walked closer, and even closer toward the sound.
Stumbling toward her through the grasses was a lone lion cub, calling for her. It was uninjured, shaken, but uninjured. The cub mewed, and she licked him, and licked him. The cub continued to mew, as if calling for the rest of the cubs, but it was in vain. No return mew came from the high plains grasses. That cub was the only cub that remained.
The lioness licked the cub once more and grabbed him by the nape of his neck in her mouth where the cub fell limp as they do when grabbed that way. She carried the cub west toward a deysach tree. It was there she would wait for the pride to return. She would have to communicate to them what happened. She was supposed to protect the cubs but she couldn't. She sat the cub down and it was silent. Without a look or a sound between them they shared a pain from the horrible situation that they'd both endured. They sat in silence until the pride returned with a kill. Hopefully with a buffalo.
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I thought about adding alcohol to the mix, liquid courage so-to-speak, but that isn't always the case with doing stupid things. When stationed in Meridian, Mississippi back in 1996, I was walking back to base through the woods from the gym and heard a rattling sound. I investigated and it was a young eastern diamondback rattlesnake right on the path. I used a stick to pin its head down, picked it up and walked about a half mile and released it. I opened its mouth along the way and played with its fangs, it was cool as hell.
Part of what I did was safety. Most people don't know that rattlesnakes only rattle maybe 50% of the time, the rest they just strike. Someone could have been bitten if I didn't move it. Part was just my animal loving, but stupid actions. I had never handled a venomous snake up to that point, I was alone and I had no idea where the antivenin stations were. If I had have been bitten it would have been curtains for me. That was stupid of me to do that, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.
I want to thank P0ppa_Razz1. I made more than a few grammatical errors, as well as some real stupid ones (I cannot BELIEVE I made the old to instead of too, error. That's first grade. I shouldn't have made that one). I admit, I don't understand the semicolon. I actually had the chicken pox the two weeks they taught that and how to do an outline in second grade. Him showing me where my errors were will definitely help me in the future. I need to get my butt into college and take a college level English course, because, though I have gotten a lot of props from you all on this story and others, I am making far too many mistakes.
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Yep!
That was fucking dope. I was kinda hoping it was real
Word, me too. Good stuff.
grizzly batting .750.......not bad
I already Colin Powell'd it with details as much as I could and you couldn't read it?
Action starts at 1:41
CACS
You should make this a YouTube animation..
In fact you should turn some of your favorite short stories into animations..
I seen some animation channels do big numbers telling stories...
You have a knack for that shit
Animation channels? How? I do have a lot of good stories, over 50 short stories
You're way better than me.... I saw all that "Colin Powell" print and immediately said bullshit.... not even going to look at more replies past yours
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CACS
you.....
another useless video if no one's getting mauled.... I bet you're searching for more now "drama boi"
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I need some new Rick Ronson rnb hitsBears telegraph punches and throw wide.
If your footwork is on point you can out point the bear and maybe
even go for the knock out in the later rounds and send his ass into
early hibernation.
I myself think I would work the shit out of a bear.
If i could get back to 175 lbs
The paragraphs are relatively small which makes it an easy read. Though I believed at the time the paragraphs were okay, time has shown me that they can be even smaller and the stories I've written since then have reflected that.
I've gotten much better utilizing dialogue and even shorter paragraphs to make something that is longer seem not so long. Just like the two paragraphs you just read
It's a great story and it's essentially true because it is based off of a true story. Although in the true story I believe there were only three hikers and two of the three hikers were killed by the grizzly bear
And although humans believe that animals are not vindictive, in real life that grizzly bear sat and waited underneath that tree or nearby for two days waiting for that motherfuker to come down so he could kill him
I did my best to portray that, but my writing has drastically improved since 2011
Thank you my brother. I owe you guys a lot.good work Bacchus
don't know how i missed this before
Before I started here on BGOL, I didn't really know what I was good at. I didn't know that I had the capacity to be an author. It wasn't until Maelstrom (a former BGOL member who God knows where he is now) started a short story contest here that I joined and came in 3rd that I realized my talents.
That was 2009. This story was written in 2011, I think. An early piece that I tested my ability to create a compelling story on you all and "discovered" my gift.
Now, ten years later I am at the precipice of publishing a novel with several other works at various stages of completion for novels to be published after that.
I look back at this piece and it's like watching Barry Sanders in college. I've come a long way since then as an author and I thank you guys for being my sounding board which helped be grow to the author I became.
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