That looks worse than noodling; neither for me thanks.
OK, now you got him, whatchagonna do with him?
That’s freakin nuts.
My Granddad would catch them. Said all you had to do was grab their neck, from behind and hang on.
He would usually have me in front of them, harassing with a stick. He kept a barrel in the bed of his truck. Throw them in and go to whoever thought they had a mean dog.
Seen some good fights. Lot of dogs not as bad as they had been proclaimed to be.
He would usually have me in front of them, harassing with a stick. He kept a barrel in the bed of his truck. Throw them in and go to whoever thought they had a mean dog.
Seen some good fights. Lot of dogs not as bad as they had been proclaimed to be.
It's a wonder that kids brass balls didn't fall out the legs of those shorts!!
Ain’t no freaking way I’d even try it, even when I was younger and had a cooler of Coors.
Ain’t no freaking way I’d even try it, even when I was younger and had a cooler of Coors.
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I think I would find a safer hobby.
