Originally posted by stevebrot Ha! Your neck 'o the woods created the species!
Yep. About 10 years ago the next town over, Granite Falls, was noted in Rolling Stone magazine as the Meth Capital of the United States. A severely depressed economy, a grossly undereducated population, high unemployment, all combine to foster an environment perfect for the growth of this terrible scourge.
Originally posted by drypenn This is the reason why you don't shoot dogs for test shots. IBIS don't work with dogs. Every professional knows that.
I used to shoot the dogs. Then I realized that it was the result of irresponsible pet owners.
So now I get after the owners.
Originally posted by drypenn Now, try to find a cat....
Nah.
The cougars that wander the neighborhood take care of the cats. And other small animals. Around here, if a person wants a domestic cat, it has to be an indoor cat.
Oh, yeah. The bald eagles that nest in the trees by the river also keep the wandering small pets in check too. The old couple down the road used to have one of those small floor mop looking dogs, a Pomeranian I think. Its name must have been Roxy, because the old lady was always out there on her porch, sucking on a cigarette, squawking at the thing in her gravelly hoarse voice, "Roxy!, Roxy! Get over here!"
Every time I would come home I would stop to get the mail out of the box at the end of my driveway. This little mutt would come out and nip at my heels. I complained to the geezer who owned it and he got real snotty with me and refused to keep his dog restrained.
Well one Sunday morning I was sitting on the porch having coffee, and I saw this little yapper out by my mail box leaving a pile for me to step in.
And I also saw one of the bald eagles soaring above.
Suddenly the eagle folded its wings and dove straight down. It pounced on the yappy little mutt, took off and disappeared in the trees by the river.
That was the end of Roxy.
I wish I would have had the 31, it would have made some great shots of that mutt as the eagle carried it off. As it was the old bat blamed me for the disappearance of her dog.