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Animal attacks

Posted Monday, June 15, 2009, at 3:01 PM

Have you ever been attacked by an animal, wild or tame?

I once had an encounter with a wounded mountain lion and another with tame bull, I suppose, until that moment when I found a haven on the other side of a fence.

The mountain lion experience too place in California and the episode with the bull took place in Bedford County.

Tell us about your experiences.

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My encounter with the bull came as I was with a couple of deputies taking a shortcut across a large field to get to where a moonshine still was suspected of being in operation.

Finally, we took a very long route to get there, thanks to the bull protecting his territory. We found the still, but the mash wasn't ready. I took evidence pictures. We later got the still and two moonshiners.

I asked one of them why they took such a long route to set up their still.

He replied, "There's an easier way to get here, but a real mean bull wouldn't let us go that way. He's kept everybody away from here up until today."

-- Posted by bomelson on Fri, Jun 19, 2009, at 10:35 PM

My dad and me were doing a job for a couple one time, I was about 9 or so and I had to go to the bathroom.

There was a hamper beside the john, so after I washed my hands I put the cloth in the hamper and heard a noise.

Me being a curious child I stuck my hand in the hamper and got bit by a raccoon!

The couple kept him in the house and he liked to play in the hamper, thankfully I stuck my hand and not my face in first, still had to get a teat nus shot though. The raccoon and me became god friends, for when the couple decided to get rid of him they thought of me.

-- Posted by michaelbell on Fri, Jun 19, 2009, at 2:23 PM

Storyteller or not that is good, and also so typical when cats are involved.

-- Posted by leeiii on Thu, Jun 18, 2009, at 2:16 PM

I am not a very good story teller, but I will try my best. I only hope that I can make it as good as when I told it at work this morning! Here goes......

Last night, after my shopping trip, I came home ready to relax. I laid on the couch while Joe was watching his UFC fights. Rizzo (the dog) was laying on the floor beside me. Poor thing, she was so tired she couldn't even lift up her head! Pshyco (one of the cats) was laying on the back of the couch sleeping. Sox (another cat) had been following a moth around the living room, hoping for a good catch and Rat (yet another cat) was off in the other room doing whatever she does...she doesn't like the dog.

We have these French Doors that seperate our bedroom and the living room. We don't use them because the big screen is there. Well, in the bottom corner of the door, there is a pane of glass out. Sox and Pshyco have found it and use it as a "kitty door" to our room. Well, until last night, Rat had no clue it was there.....

Sox must have gotten tired of the moth because she went to the bedroom. Riz and Pshyco were still asleep. Rat had decided to sneak in and lay on the couch with me. About the time she started prowling behind the TV, Sox decided to jump out of the "kitty door". This scared Rat and she jumped on Sox....Sox fought back. Rat decided to come and attack the oblivious Rizzo full force, claws, hissing, growling! Poor Rizzo jumped up not knowing what was going on. Trying her best to back away from this wacko job cat. All of the commotion has awakend Pshyco at this point, I am sitting up before the fight ends up on me and Joe is screaming at Rat to stop! Rat then jumps on the couch and starts chasing Pshyco...Rizzo jumps on the couch to protect Pshyco, so Rat turns on Riz, then Pshyco decides to protect Riz and jumps, but lands on Joes head! Uh oh! Sox has evacuated the room at this point!

Dawn comes running out of the room to help. She runs Rat back into the laundry room...I have Rizzo pinned against the couch...poor Joe..has one hand on his head and one hand behind him trying to keep Pshyco back. Dawn shuts Rat in the laundry room so that I can inspect all injured parties. Everyone looks ok, but Joe says "I think my head is bleeding". So I say "let me look"....."yep, here's a claw!" Wait.....I found another....so I take him to the bathroom to doctor up his head. I make him sit down on the toilet because I am too short to see. As I am washing off the blood he says "did they get you?" and I am like "no, why do you ask?" He starts pointing and I look down and have blood all over my sweats. I still havent figured out where that came from!

So, this morning Joe gets up to get ready for work and he says "I still don't understand.....I wasn't involved in this, how is it that I am the only one that ended up injured?!"

-- Posted by robashally on Thu, Jun 18, 2009, at 9:07 AM

The mouse one brought back a memory. I was once bit by a squirell that mistook my finger for a peanut.

-- Posted by Sharon22 on Wed, Jun 17, 2009, at 10:17 AM

them field mice are mean!

-- Posted by 4fabfelines on Wed, Jun 17, 2009, at 9:48 AM

I got bitten by a field mouse. Does that count?

-- Posted by MotherMayhem on Tue, Jun 16, 2009, at 8:21 AM

american woman god that was funny...

I worked at a vet clinic in Monteagle, tn and we had a rotty come in for vaccinations.

Elvis, was 155 lbs and psycho. We handed the owner a muzzle and he took one look at it, attacked the owner and got loose in the clinic. He ate, the office chair in between us and him to get at us and the vet managed to get his leash tied around the surgical table.

He started dragging that hydrolic table to get at us.

I was ready to bean that dog.

The owner bleeding and he is freaking out.

The vet managed to get a syringe of meds to knock out King Kong and it made Elvis more pissed.

So we went with the second dose.

WE had to throw it like a dart gun .. let me tell you i was not thrilled with trying to sedate him.

He finally got drunk enough we could deal with him,.

WE refused service to him in the future. The vet recommended he be euthanized due to his mental state. The owner did not and later that year Elvis attacked her again and almost killed her. She had to shot him to get him to stop.


We also had a cat named Boo, at the clinic, that would launch herself at whomever nearest from her carrier.

It only took one time for me to peel her off my shoulder to deal with her.

She should have been named Linda Blair.

-- Posted by 4fabfelines on Tue, Jun 16, 2009, at 6:18 AM

I was bit by a poodle named Franswah, god it was horrible... Honestly I don't remember it well I was just a kid.

-- Posted by Evil Monkey on Mon, Jun 15, 2009, at 11:18 PM

Even though I love animals and am fairly patient with them but if Tiny had bitten my lip hard enough to make it bleed Tiny's new name would have been splat and the owner would have had to peel him off the wall.

I remember when I was a small child maybe 6 or 7 we were in the Smokey Mountains and back in those days it was a fairly normal thing to see bears up and down the roadways. Of course there was always a lot of cars parked along the side to look at the bears. We stopped behind a line of cars and people were actually getting out their cars to take pictures of a mother bear and her cubs. All at once the mother bear must of had enough of the flashing of cameras because she started to lunge forward at the car in front of us and came across the top of their car onto the side of ours..that cute bear became very frightening looking growling and pawing at the windows. She finally backed away from the cars after everyone started blowing their horns. Needless to say it was the one time in my life I was quite glad we were not in a convertible :>)

-- Posted by Dianatn on Mon, Jun 15, 2009, at 6:59 PM

I worked at a vet clinic on Lane Parkway 15 years ago. I was told that if a customer left an animal at the clinic for a bath or treatment of some kind and returned to pick up their beloved animal later in the day...if I was ever asked if the animal was mean or disruptive to ALWAYS reply that the animal was on its best behavior no matter what. The reason behind this was because if the animal had been disruptive or mean while we handled it then the owner might take their beloved pet to another vet clinic thinking that the pet didnt like us or that we possibly misstreated it. An older gentleman brought in this tiny chihuahua to have it checked for worms, a bath and a flea dip and left the tiny animal to pick up a few hours later. From the very beginning I could tell I was in for an adventure. From the start the tiny dog growled, showing his teeth as if he was possessed by Satan. The tiny dog managed to jump out of my arms at some point, running into the bathroom and daring anyone to come inside to retrieve him. It took 3 of us to capture the dog gently as we possibly could. When I put him into the bathtub for his bath...I could just about swear the dogs head spun around 360 degrees atleast 5 times before you could blink your eyes. The whole ordeal was very frightnening to say the least. When I retrieved Tiny from his cage when the owner returned for him...Tiny jumps up and with sharp teeth latches onto my bottom lip...screaming and flailing didnt deter this litte innocent looking animal in the least. No, he didnt let go...he just dangled there like fuzzy dice hanging from a rear veiw mirrorin an old classic car. When I finnally pried his teeth loose from my bleeding lip while the secretary buzzed me repeatedly asking why it was taking me so long to bring Tiny from the back to the front office...I succesfully returned the small demon to his owner unharmed. Wouldnt you know that the first thing the elderly gentleman said to me was..."How did Tiny do? Was he good?" With blood running from my bottom lip all the way down to my chin, I nodded and said..."Yes Sir, Tiny was a good boy. We will be happy to see him again in the future."

-- Posted by AmericanWoman on Mon, Jun 15, 2009, at 4:49 PM

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Bo Melson is a retired sports and police beat editor of the Times-Gazette. He passed away November 15, 2014, at age 81.
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