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I still can't get over this one. Got in email the other day, since then been askin peep if it is so---or can be so :? the sister says it is certainly possible, she knows lots about horses (of course she's a girl :| ) She told about the donkeys in AZ; band together and run-off coyotes :shock:
Here ya go...


This may be a first...

A couple from Montana were out riding on the range, he with his rifle and she (fortunately) with her camera. Their dogs always followed them, but on this occasion a Mountain Lion decided that he wanted to stalk the dogs (you'll see the dogs in the background watching). Very, very bad decision...

The hunter got off the mule with his rifle and decided to shoot in the air to scare away the lion, but before he could get off a shot the lion charged in and decided he wanted a piece of those dogs. With that, the mule took off and decided he wanted a piece of that lion. That's when all hell broke loose... for the lion.

As the lion approached the dogs the mule snatched him up by the tail and started whirling him around. Banging its head on the ground on every pass. Then he dropped it, stomped on it and held it to the ground by the throat. The mule then got down on his knees and bit the thing all over a couple of dozen times to make sure it was dead, then whipped it into the air again, walked back over to the couple (that were stunned in silence) and stood there ready to continue his ride... as if nothing had just happened.


Fortunately even though the hunter didn't get off a shot, his wife got off these 4...

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Course this led to a lot of mule and donkey jokes round-the-fire, after takin-the-puter and showin them.

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Yeppers, Seen this years ago and I have witnessed it first hand. Not a cat but a couple coyotes that thought they would have an easy taste of a Jane we had on the ranch in Wyoming. 1 dead yote and one with a serious limp. Makes you think twice about puttin the lumber to them when they take on a stubborn kick...
 
I have seen this posted before: flora is not from MT, it is the desert South West. First version I read was the rider was bucked off when the mnule charged the lion they were hunting. In that version it was atrributed to an AZ Lion Hunter-FWIW.
None the less a cool bit of wildlife to whitness- not exactly Disney Land out there, is it?
Rob
A N.AZ Friend had to put down a loco mule once, he had it made into steaks, roasts and suasage-yeah, lots of ass jokes about that too.
Nobody would picket their livestock near our camp after that?
 
I had a burro (aka a jack ass) for 22 years. Unfortunately "Amos" died on August the 24th of this year. Years ago, I let "Amos" graze in the pasture with my cows and whenever dogs would wander into the pasture he would chase after them, try to stomp and kick them. One time I was leading "Amos" down the road and a neighbor's elderly slow moving dog wandered over near us. It was all I could do to hold "Amos" back from stomping the poor dog.
When I first "adopted" "Amos from the Bureau of Land Management Adopt a Horse/Burro program, the veterinarian estimated his age to be 12, therefore he lived to be 34 years old. When I adopted him he had been rounded up in the deserts of San Bernadino County, California and was certainly wild! When he arrived home with me, I unloaded him in the corral and worked with him almost daily, until I was able to tame him. He remained a faithful "farm companion" for us all those years and was like a big pet dog. Over the years many of the neighbor kids were delighted to have the opportunity to ride Amos.
It is still tough to go out and not see Amos waiting for me to feed him or go over and brush his coat. :cry:
 
Dave, thank you for your story :love Iv'e always liked farm critters more so than than conventional pets.

I'm gatherin here, from the input; mules are the more aggressive and unpredictable than the horse (danged horses are too skittish :x ). Innerestin and enlightnin :shock: makes me want one in the yard when we get outa Dodge!

Mom was sayin "gee, they'd probably be more protective than a dog" :wink: I say---at least ya can do sumpin with the poop! :) :xlol stuff grows in it I hear :rose :smilep
 
Redƒox":269f1kt8 said:
I say---at least ya can do sumpin with the poop! :) :xlol stuff grows in it I hear :rose :smilep
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Now that's funny! RF - you crack me up sometimes without even trying.

How's things up north? You still gonna get forty seven feet of snow where you live now? You really think frozen mule poop will grow stuff?
 
Redƒox":3poae16i said:

Mom was sayin "gee, they'd probably be more protective than a dog" :wink: I say---at least ya can do sumpin with the poop! :) :xlol stuff grows in it I hear :rose :smilep
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There was more than one occasion when Amos sensed something remiss on the property and would start "braying" to alert us. Interestingly, at one time we had a dog that had some "husky breed blood in him" and since he would wander from the property we had no choice but to keep him secured to a tether. At that time we allowed Amos to roam around the driveway and parking area......Amos and the dog would play with each other and at times lie down next to each other and the dog would "nuzzle" Amos's coat as if to be massaging him. Then they would sleep next to each other. They became really good buddies. (I guess that to him there were "bad dogs" that chased the cows and one good dog...his little buddy).
After we no longer had an "outside" dog, we had more deer take up residency on our place. The deer would (still do) gather under the fruit trees eating apples from the trees and Amos would stand just on the other side of the fence (within 3 feet) of them, obviously enjoying their company.
As for the poop issue..... he pooped in the same place all the time. (Made it easy to shovel). When we had a garden we would spread it on the garden. In more recent years, I spread it out on the hay field.
I've actually considered attempting to adopt another burro, but I fear that none other would be as lovable as Amos.

(In case you haven't noticed by now.....I MISS MY BUDDY, AMOS! :cry)
(I would explain to folks that he was just like a big pet dog).
 
More stories about my ass......'er burro......

As I mentioned above, when I first brought Amos home and unloaded him in the corral, I worked with him for several weeks to "train" him. Finally, the day came when I decided to lead him out of the corral and into the pasture.....we didn't get too far down the lane when he brushed up against the electric fence that formed the lane....when he hit that hot wire, the rodeo was on with me on the end of the halter rope. He dragged me through three hot wire fences before I finally stopped him in the middle of the field, with both of us "trembling" from the excitement. (Fortunately, I stayed on my feet all the time). As we both stood at a stalemate in the middle of the pasture, I looked off in the distance and saw a large column of black smoke.....being a volunteer fireman (as well as full time fireman)....I knew that I'd be needed on a fire call....sure enough, the pager went off while the volunteer fire siren screamed in the distance. About that time the neighbor lady who is a rather large woman, crawled through my perimeter barbed wire fence, put her shoulder against the butt of Amos and she pushed as I pulled Amos back into the corral. I secured the corral gate and rushed off to the fire (ended up being a barn fire, with the death of one cow trapped inside it).
Because of this encounter with the electric fence, I was able to keep Amos contained anywhere I wanted to with baling twine tied together forming a makeshift fence.

(Aw, the memories are many! :smilep )
 
Several years ago I was visiting a hospital in Ouagadougou. I saw a guy laying on a stretcher with a huge divot taken out of his backside. Turns out he'd tried to break up two donkeys that were fighting, and one of them had bitten him. I was really amazed at the size of the wound - like 6 or 7 inches around and 3 or 4 inches deep.

I see donkeys plodding down the street every day hauling carts piled with huge loads of fodder or firewood. Usually the owner is beating them vigorously with a large stick and they often have horrific saddle sores from ill-fitting harnesses, but they always look so placid, you'd never believe the damage they can do. I've certainly developed a healthy respect for them.

Jim
 
Several years ago I was visiting a hospital in Ouagadougou. I saw a guy laying on a stretcher with a huge divot taken out of his backside. Turns out he'd tried to break up two donkeys that were fighting, and one of them had bitten him. I was really amazed at the size of the wound - like 6 or 7 inches around and 3 or 4 inches deep.

I see donkeys plodding down the street every day hauling carts piled with huge loads of fodder or firewood. Usually the owner is beating them vigorously with a large stick and they often have horrific saddle sores from ill-fitting harnesses, but they always look so placid, you'd never believe the damage they can do. I've certainly developed a healthy respect for them.

Jim
 
Just usual internet BS. The story is about as accurate as the story along with the pictures of that big bear killed on Montague Island a few years ago.
 
Redfox Mules tend to be smarter than horses, they are tougher too. They can eat bark and , well as a mule ridding friend says: Mules are the 4 wheel drive version of a horse.
Rob
 
... :thup this is great :thup and Dave, do tell more if ya can, very enjoyable! I to had no idea what them placid critters can do... now I'm enlightened once again.... ain't life fun :D I just love the passing of info on the web! I'm strear'n clear of any donkeys I don't know ...
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Steda sayin: "Don't make me open this" (can-o-whoop-ass) say: "Don't make me bring my burro" ----- :xnaughty :xlol
 
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