Rants, Raves and Recipes from the Edge of Sanity
I had donkeys and mules while I lived in Nevada and Alabama, I never had a problem with strays and feral dogs. My donks and Mule would chase them down, grab them and shake them till their necks snapped and then stomp and kick on them. It was a most gruesome sight and clean up. My goats were protected though, never had to worry about them.
"Coyote called me an ass. Who's laughing now, dawg?"
Okay, now you're just fucking with me.
Find the book Trails of a wilderness wanderer. He has some stories about donks and mules.
What an ass!
friend with mule said it ran 100 yards to stomp a rabbit to death.
ok, since nobody else threw it in, ...ahem..."BADASS"vaquero viejo
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