Most Dangerous Situation?

[woodnymph_O]

Nymph, wow. What an inhuman bastard.

I can't argue with the truth

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

What if they had found out? Would they have sent you outside to get the switch?

I doubt it. I was already in my 20s. They threatened to kick me out once over drinking and porn, when they DID find out about them, but I was eager to leave by then, anyway. I left home ASAP after that shit.

 

[Aurora Black]

Between the ages of 22 and 30 I was living a very bad life. It would a shorter list if I could only do the days I didn't almost get killed. LOL.

How bad are we talking about, here?

 

[Aurora Black]

I doubt it. I was already in my 20s. They threatened to kick me out once over drinking and porn, when they DID find out about them, but I was eager to leave by then, anyway. I left home ASAP after that shit.

I hear you. My parents weren't bible thumpers, but I was happy to move out when I was able. *dances around in roomy Greek apartment*

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

I hear you. My parents weren't bible thumpers, but I was happy to move out when I was able. *dances around in roomy Greek apartment*

Who doesn't get tired of living with their parents, sooner or later? Glad that we're BOTH free of that now.

 

[oggbashan]

Most dangerous:

Being in No Man's Land between the government forces and the 'rebels' for three days while they exchanged artillery and small arms fire over our heads.

I learned how to dig a slit trench very quickly.

I was ten years old.

Og

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

Most dangerous:

Being in No Man's Land between the government forces and the 'rebels' for three days while they exchanged artillery and small arms fire over our heads.

I learned how to dig a slit trench very quickly.

I was ten years old.

Og

When and where did this happen?

 

[entitled]

Gee... i inspired a thread, and haven't even posted to it yet. Must be slipping.

Let's see... There was that allergic reaction that was posted in the contest support thread.

i have a scar on the side of my head where a handgun bullet creased the skin. i wouldn't have been hit at all, but instead of standing by and letting a friend of mine be shot and killed, i jumped in and pushed him out of the way.

There's a scar on the back of my head where i was pushed out of a moving vehicle and didn't land anywhere near the right way.

While working with horses to break them to ride, there's an uncountable number of times they kicked, bit, or tried to trample me. No visible scars from that, but one side of my ribcage is now misshapen.

There was the time a four wheeler flipped, and if i hadn't ducked i would have been decapitated.

There's a small scar on my arm from a piece of shrapnel. An ex and i went target shooting with one of his friends. His friend wasn't really hot with gun safety. If the ex hadn't pulled me to the side, the bit of shrapnel would have gone into the left side of my chest at about breast level.

i learned to wear boots when out walking on the ranch when a young rattler struck but didn't manage to break my skin - bit my boot instead.

 

[oggbashan]

When and where did this happen?

North Africa in the 1950s. Not particularly newsworthy at the time because parts of North Africa were fairly lawless.

The 'rebels' were objecting to the increased level of bribes required by the government to enable the 'rebels' to continue smuggling goods into and out of Europe.

Both the government and rebels had masses of WWII military equipment left lying around by both sides who had fought in N Africa. Neither side actually wanted to kill anyone, just to demonstrate that they could. Their intentions didn't stop a few dozen people dying and a group, including a young Og, being trapped in the wrong place at the wrong time.

In the 1950s no one cared if a few North Africans killed each other.

Og

 

[Boota]

How bad are we talking about, here?

I was a bodyguard for a drug dealer. I used to do illegal pitfighting. I was a hired thug. Mr. Dirty Work, that was me. I never killed anyone, but only because it was never discussed. Back then I would have done it and been fine with it. I would likely be listed as the most dangerous situation for quite a few other people.

Being in that kind of life I was ALWAYS into some kind of shit with some hard ass(es). I've been shot a few times. Stabbed. Ran over with a car. Beaten by a large group of men. That sort of thing. I was once shot at nine days in a row. Not a big deal in war, but quite a big deal when walking to the store for a beer. LOL.

 

[Aurora Black]

Who doesn't get tired of living with their parents, sooner or later? Glad that we're BOTH free of that now.

Off the top of my head, I'll have to say Greeks. There's a growing trend of young people living with their parents until they finally move out in their mid to late 20s. My first year here was spent living under the same roof with my boyfriend's family, and after that we lucked out by getting a good deal on our apartment and moving out.

We're not too far away from his parents, though. They're right next door!

 

[Aurora Black]

Gee... i inspired a thread, and haven't even posted to it yet. Must be slipping.

Let's see... There was that allergic reaction that was posted in the contest support thread.

i have a scar on the side of my head where a handgun bullet creased the skin. i wouldn't have been hit at all, but instead of standing by and letting a friend of mine be shot and killed, i jumped in and pushed him out of the way.

There's a scar on the back of my head where i was pushed out of a moving vehicle and didn't land anywhere near the right way.

While working with horses to break them to ride, there's an uncountable number of times they kicked, bit, or tried to trample me. No visible scars from that, but one side of my ribcage is now misshapen.

There was the time a four wheeler flipped, and if i hadn't ducked i would have been decapitated.

There's a small scar on my arm from a piece of shrapnel. An ex and i went target shooting with one of his friends. His friend wasn't really hot with gun safety. If the ex hadn't pulled me to the side, the bit of shrapnel would have gone into the left side of my chest at about breast level.

i learned to wear boots when out walking on the ranch when a young rattler struck but didn't manage to break my skin - bit my boot instead.

God, Ent. Who was the trigger happy asshole? And who the fuck would push you out of a car? I'll never set foot in a vehicle like that (a jeep?), and never to a shooting range. Now I want to take back what I said before about horses. Kicking bastards.

 

[Aurora Black]

North Africa in the 1950s. Not particularly newsworthy at the time because parts of North Africa were fairly lawless.

The 'rebels' were objecting to the increased level of bribes required by the government to enable the 'rebels' to continue smuggling goods into and out of Europe.

Both the government and rebels had masses of WWII military equipment left lying around by both sides who had fought in N Africa. Neither side actually wanted to kill anyone, just to demonstrate that they could. Their intentions didn't stop a few dozen people dying and a group, including a young Og, being trapped in the wrong place at the wrong time.

In the 1950s no one cared if a few North Africans killed each other.

Og

Which looks pretty much like the current non-reaction to what's going on in the rest of Africa. Glad that you made it out safely, Og.

Why were you there? Family business?

 

[Aurora Black]

I was a bodyguard for a drug dealer. I used to do illegal pitfighting. I was a hired thug. Mr. Dirty Work, that was me. I never killed anyone, but only because it was never discussed. Back then I would have done it and been fine with it. I would likely be listed as the most dangerous situation for quite a few other people.

Being in that kind of life I was ALWAYS into some kind of shit with some hard ass(es). I've been shot a few times. Stabbed. Ran over with a car. Beaten by a large group of men. That sort of thing. I was once shot at nine days in a row. Not a big deal in war, but quite a big deal when walking to the store for a beer. LOL.

Holy shit!

 

[entitled]

God, Ent. Who was the trigger happy asshole? And who the fuck would push you out of a car? I'll never set foot in a vehicle like that (a jeep?), and never to a shooting range. Now I want to take back what I said before about horses. Kicking bastards.

Trigger happy asshole was a guy in a gang that thought we were stepping on his turf. We were out getting Christmas presents.

The one that pushed me out of a car was the brother of somebody i put in a coma. (Did that when i found out she slipped another ex some drugs, then shot him up to make him od and die. i were pissed.) It was actually a large four-door vehicle travelling about 70 mph.

Don't say that about horses. They're good critters, just don't like having to carry people when they're not used to it. It goes against instinct.

 

[cloudy]

I forgot one!

Like ent, I've been breaking, training, showing, breeding horses just about all of my life up until recently. I've found that the older I get the harder the ground gets when breaking a young'un, so I only do that for me anymore, and not for pay.

I was breaking this really, really nice filly. Champion bloodlines as long as my arm (her grandfather was Impressive, for anyone that knows quarterhorses), but a little high-strung.

She did fine under saddle the first day, but I could tell she was strung as tight as a strand of barbed wire. Something made her decide she JUST WASN'T DOING IT ANYMORE, and she reared. Okay, no problem - I have very good balance, but she was about two years old, and her balance wasn't quite as good as mine. She flipped completely over with me, and if my concentration had strayed for just a split second, I'd definitely be pushing up daisies now. She totally destroyed the saddle I had on her, but I was able to push off and keep her from landing on me except for from my knee down, so the ony harm was some very stiff muscles for a few days, and a twisted ankle.

That was a crazy damn horse. Was glad to sell her.

 

[entitled]

That was a crazy damn horse. Was glad to sell her.

Been there, done that, been landed on. Was just lucky i was using a bronc saddle at the time.

IMO, it's the Impressive bloodlines. Most of them have been a little... uh... jumpy.

 

[cloudy]

Been there, done that, been landed on. Was just lucky i was using a bronc saddle at the time.

IMO, it's the Impressive bloodlines. Most of them have been a little... uh... jumpy.

ya think?

Actually, we had a stud out of Impressive that had one of the nicest dispositions I've ever had the pleasure to work with. He was gorgeous: 16 hands, nice blood bay, absolutely beautiful, and had a wonderful mind and heart to go along with it.

I think her problem came from both sides. On her dam's side, she was a granddaughter of Quick Henry, the quarterhorse that holds the record for the most money won racing the quarter mile. High strung doesn't even begin to describe her. I bought her for barrel racing, but at the time I was working 55-60 hours a week, and I just didn't have the time to devote to training one with that sort of disposition.

I sold her to a girl who does high school rodeo, and she sent her out to someone down in Louisiana for intensive training. They're winning right and left now, so my choice was sound, I just didn't have the time, unfortunately.

 

[entitled]

ya think?

Actually, we had a stud out of Impressive that had one of the nicest dispositions I've ever had the pleasure to work with. He was gorgeous: 16 hands, nice blood bay, absolutely beautiful, and had a wonderful mind and heart to go along with it.

I think her problem came from both sides. On her dam's side, she was a granddaughter of Quick Henry, the quarterhorse that holds the record for the most money won racing the quarter mile. High strung doesn't even begin to describe her. I bought her for barrel racing, but at the time I was working 55-60 hours a week, and I just didn't have the time to devote to training one with that sort of disposition.

I sold her to a girl who does high school rodeo, and she sent her out to someone down in Louisiana for intensive training. They're winning right and left now, so my choice was sound, I just didn't have the time, unfortunately.

Impressive and Quick Henry? You're insane!

If i remember correctly, QH was fast, but one of the meanest horses around at the same time. Wasn't he the one that literally bit off about half of his trainer's shoulder?

The only horse i actually trained for myself was a mistake. Her owners were going to put her down at birth. Absolutely gorgeous slate blue with dark eyes. Sire was descended from the Godolphin. Dam had both Skippa and Huckleberry Bay blood. These folks were known in the immediate area for their quarter horses, and the neighbors' little arabian stud got in with one of their mares.

Oops.

 

[oggbashan]

Which looks pretty much like the current non-reaction to what's going on in the rest of Africa. Glad that you made it out safely, Og.

Why were you there? Family business?

Would you believe Boy Scout Summer Camp?

Our parents were not amused.

Og

 

[cloudy]

Impressive and Quick Henry? You're insane!

If i remember correctly, QH was fast, but one of the meanest horses around at the same time. Wasn't he the one that literally bit off about half of his trainer's shoulder?

Ayup, that be him, but he was godawful fast, and I barrel race VERY competitively.

 

[Aurora Black]

I forgot one!

Like ent, I've been breaking, training, showing, breeding horses just about all of my life up until recently. I've found that the older I get the harder the ground gets when breaking a young'un, so I only do that for me anymore, and not for pay.

I was breaking this really, really nice filly. Champion bloodlines as long as my arm (her grandfather was Impressive, for anyone that knows quarterhorses), but a little high-strung.

She did fine under saddle the first day, but I could tell she was strung as tight as a strand of barbed wire. Something made her decide she JUST WASN'T DOING IT ANYMORE, and she reared. Okay, no problem - I have very good balance, but she was about two years old, and her balance wasn't quite as good as mine. She flipped completely over with me, and if my concentration had strayed for just a split second, I'd definitely be pushing up daisies now. She totally destroyed the saddle I had on her, but I was able to push off and keep her from landing on me except for from my knee down, so the ony harm was some very stiff muscles for a few days, and a twisted ankle.

That was a crazy damn horse. Was glad to sell her.

They're pretty to look at, but I can't go near one. When I was 7, I was brave enough to stroke a horse's nose but I was afraid to pet it because I thought it would eat me.

I was coming home from grocery shopping on Saturday when I saw two mules munching on some grass near the street, and I just stopped and stared at them in disbelief. I thought, "Only here can you see two MULES grazing in the street!"

Sorry, just rambling. Carry on.

 

[entitled]

Ayup, that be him, but he was godawful fast, and I barrel race VERY competitively.

i used to... Havent' been on horseback in, oh, 6 years. Since we moved down here. Girls aren't supposed to do that.

That little blue mare had an average time on the barrels of about 14.5

 

[entitled]

Would you believe Boy Scout Summer Camp?

Our parents were not amused.

Og

However, you did succeed in learning survival skills while in the Boy Scouts.

 

[Aurora Black]

Would you believe Boy Scout Summer Camp?

Our parents were not amused.

Og

No.