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The power went out at 4:30AM because of Gustav. Winds got up to 45MPH in my area and knocked trees over power lines. So I woke up around 9AM and just read the Halo novel for a long time.
Well it got to be 6:30PM and my uncle called to see if the power was back on and I told him it wasn't and that he'd better go get gas for his generator cause I sure as don't have one. It was still raining and parts of the area were flooded pretty bad. Different places in Arkansas had to be evacuated I heard on my weather radio due to flooding being 3 feet and higher.
So I decided to let my dog out to go pee. He's a 4 year old full blood short haired chihuahua. He's tan and pretty big- not one of those toy kind. His name is Amigo. Well it was raining and messy, so I decided to let him off the leash and go do his business and expected him to come back to the door when he's done. We've done this a couple times before no problems. Well after 15 minutes I went to check and he was gone.
The rain picked up after I changed into my boots, jeans and raincoat. I called for him for 10 minutes in the yard but to no avail. I went up to my uncle's and to the cousins behind his place, and my great aunt saw him running along the edge of the woods headed towards the cow pasture 15 minutes earlier. So I started walking for the pasture and suddenly my leg fell into a hole that was full of water and I twisted my knee pretty good and hit the deck. I felt sharp pains ride up my leg and I could only imagine I had just tore something in my knee.
After getting hurt and also from the past, I can usually walk or be fine for 30 minutes until the pain sets in. So I got to my feet and kept going for the pasture. I called "AMIGOOO" several times and still no answer or sight of my dog. At about this time I heard a deep barking and knew it wasn't Amigo, I turned behind me and there was a big dog running for me because apparently I was in his territory. Well I'm from the south, and I carry a knife at all times. You never know when you'll need it, so I whipped it out and got ready because I knew I couldn't run and hop the fence to the pasture with a bum leg. So he gets about 5 feet from me and leaps into the air snarling and growling. I don't know for sure if I did it on purpose or accident, but I sidestepped left and the dog missed me and did a few rolls on the grass before coming at me again. This time he didn't jump, and went for my leg and got it. He locked his jaws around my knee, my bum knee I might add, and I lost my balanced and fell down onto my back.
He must have noticed my vulnerable position and he moved his body over my other leg and let go, and went for my face. At that moment I flipped the 4" blade around facing down out of my hand and jabbed him in the side of the face. Over, and over, and over. He fell over on his side crying and I knew I had just gave him about 5 fatal blows to the skull and face. As he was laying there moaning and shaking, I decided to go ahead and finish him off as I felt bad he was suffering like that. I reached down and ran the blade across his neck and he died within 3 seconds.
I looked down at my leg and I couldn't feel it anymore. It was just numb. The bottom of my jeans were dark and I knew I was bleeding pretty good. I laid there for 5 minutes in the rain mustering up enough courage to get up. I noticed an old man walking towards me about this time, and once he got to me and said "that damn dog, I knew he was gonna get it one of these days."
Pretty confused I asked him if it was his and he said yeah, but this isn't his yard, that this treeline was Bauxite property. He said don't worry about it, he was a dumb ass dog anyways and deserved it. It didn't help me feeling bad though. Even if he did attack me.
So I told him about my dog and how I was looking for him, after he told me I should get to the hospital. I didn't much care as it was starting to get dark and I HAD to find my dog. He helped me up and I went walking again on my leg looking and calling for him. If you think the best of this story is over with well, keep reading.
I went into the cow pasture heading the direction he was last seen going. I got about 3 klicks into the field before I heard a snorting, grunting-like noise.
Oh, ing, . I didn't know the owners had let a bull out in the pasture to knock up these horny cows. And he was ing pissed. I saw him about 30 yards to my left and I started walking backwards all casual like. I noticed him walking towards me slowly and lowered his head. This means one thing- you are about to get ing ran. So I said to myself, "God please help me. Give me strength." And about that time the bull took off for me and so did I heading straight for the fence in which I came.
About 15 yards into the run I noticed I was sprinting like a racehorse with no problem and my knee wasn't hurting at this moment. I did the whole frantic look-behind-you-while-you-run thing and he was closing fast. A thought skipped to my head saying you can juke him, like football moves. But realized right after there will be no juking on my leg at all. So I just kept running as hard as I can. I can run under a 5 in a 40 yard dash no problem, but on this leg I knew I was screwed even if I couldn't feel the damn thing.
I made it 10 yards away from the fence when I felt something brush underneath my body. The bull had ducked and hit me from behind and thrown me about 15 feet into the air forward and I landed on the other side of the fence. Straight on my ass I should mentioned. I fell backwards onto my back, maybe out of shock, or just being hurt. I don't know. But I started laughing. Yeah, just laughing my ass off in pain just glad to be alive. I rose up slowly and did a body check. My legs were straight, my arms too. My fingers all looked normal, my ankle wasn't turned. Felt my ribs and about myself over the pain. Must have broke a couple I thought.
So I got up, very slowly and tenderly of course. And I noticed a woman running towards me. She must have been running for a ways because she was coming from the field to the south. When she got to me she screamed "Ohh baby ohh God are you okay" over and over. I said I think I'm okay. And she started talking about a collapsed lung or my liver bleeding internally and I got nervous and let her take me to the hospital.
Only 1 broke rib. Sprained knee, no fractures or tears. And a wonderful rainbow effect of bruises all over my body. That's it. After I told the story to the doctor I realized he had sat down and taken off his glasses and was looking at me like I was the luckiest person alive. I called my dad and told him what was up, and God knows I wasn't telling my mom til I got home and was seated. She'd just flip and rush to the hospital so I saved us both the drama.
Well the woman brought me home, and we still had no damn electricity. I sat on the couch and told my dad the story and he just laughed his ass off. He said something about the season isn't right for a bull to be mating all the cows. So we are trying to figure out why the bull was in there. None of my business really but yeah.
So it's about 1AM and I'm feeling low. Missing my dog and starring at his bed and toys. It's dark and we have an old kerosene lantern going, and I am wondering the worst things about what's going to happen to him and there his dumb ass is jumping on my screen door. From the pain killer and the dizzy feeling I managed to get up and let him in soaking wet and muddy. I guess he wanted a field trip. I didn't think he'd find his way back home in the dark and in the rain but he sure did. He jumped all over me and I didn't care about the water or mud, I was just glad to see him.
Oh and unlike Manu, I decided to get my wounds treated properly instead of going and playing further in the rain with it.
The end!
What link did you get that story from?
Are you sure you didn't accidentally run into a firing range, got shot in the chest with an m-16 but managed to get up and keep going when you accidentally stepped in a bear trap but still your badass managed to get it loose with your bare hands?
btw im glad ur boy is fine and back with you
Cliffnotes please.
lol @ you getting gored in the ass by a bull with a raginig boner and getting thrown up 15 ft into the air with a wounded leg and still getting up
Fascinating.
You're Batman.
And in the process you killed a bald eagle . . .
Brutalis-
Too long of a tall tale for my taste.
I am assuming it is made up since you posted it.
great story!
you 'too long a read' mo kas ever read a book?
this is a good story, takes 3 minutes to ready...what the else you doin anyhow!
and i was tempted to scroll to the end to peak for the belair, but i said it, this a good read anyhow...
I called bull about 3 lines in.
I read all the time Big Zak- but I prefer quality fiction.
I was waiting for you to run from the feds and catch a cab to bel air, but alas.................
What kind of Dog attacked you?
Once you reach a certain amount words in a post a message should pop up and tell you to do something better with your life.
neat story
I've broke my ankle in the 2nd quarter of a basketball game and played the rest of the game on it. I have a tolerance for pain. It goes back to when I was 8 and I locked my hand in the back door while running out and closing it, and ripped out my shoulder while breaking 3 fingers.
With my bare, ing, hands.
Nah this is truth. This actually happened yesterday.Brutalis-
Too long of a tall tale for my taste.
I am assuming it is made up since you posted it.
great story!
you 'too long a read' mo kas ever read a book?
this is a good story, takes 3 minutes to ready...what the else you doin anyhow!
and i was tempted to scroll to the end to peak for the belair, but i said it, this a good read anyhow...
You're on a forums passing time- don't see how anything is too long when you got nothing to do!
I'm not sure. It was mixed, and if it stood up on its hind legs it was taller than me and I am 6'3".
any pics?
Obviously new to the forum...
The Aristocrats!
Reminds me of a poster a friend of mine had up in his garage. It was a pic of a big, mean-ass looking bull standing next to a sign on a fence that said "Do not cross this field unless you can make it in 9.9 seconds. The bull can do it in 10."
I love these mean bull stories. I've been around cattle and worked cattle all my life and never been chased by a bull or seen anyone chased by a bull and I've been around some RANK cattle.
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