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Ned Makim
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« Reply #20 on: February 10, 2010, 03:00:09 pm » |
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A few from Australia...
from my father 'Every dog bites, every horse kicks and every gun is loaded' generally about being aware that things can go wrong.
'He can who thinks he can.'
from my mother 'If you would avoid criticism, say nothing, do nothing, be nothing...'
Dad once heard a dog fight rolling down the main street of our town. He was a saddler and bushman and had some trouble fitting into the more proper aspects of society. The dog fight was a big one a blue heeler and an Eng bully, proper to the end scrap. I was standing at the front door of the saddlery watching the dogs rolling towards us and the matrons of the town grabbing children out of the way. There was lots of staring and shocked looks but no action. As I stood there, Dad brushed past me carrying a cattle flogger, a piece of heavy cane with redhide leather stitched around it and ending in two long flaps of leather.
At that moment the dogs rolled passed the front of the saddlery and Dad stepped into the middle of them belting the crap out of both dogs until they let go and ran in opposite directions. I can clearly remember the shocked and appalled looks on all the ladies. Dad still hadn't said anything, he just walked back in the door. As he walked passed me he said...
'There's two types of people in the world Ned, those that can stop a dog fight and those that can't...'
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