Quite a few years back I was out scouting, driving roads and looking for tracks. I pulled on to a lease and three sandhill cranes, two adults and a juvenile, started running for the firewall. My 120lb husky, Lincoln, bailed out of the bed of the truck and gave chase. The two adults took off, but the juvenile kept running into the trees with my dog chasing it.
I jumped out of the truck, mad as heck, and was about to call him back when he came barreling out of the trees with the young sandhill crane hot on HIS tail! Wish I could have seen what happened, but I take it that when cornered they can put on a pretty good show.
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If the good lord didnt want me to ride a four wheeler with no shirt on, then how come my nipples grow back after every wipeout?
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