Brave Wilderness misinformation

[TheBigEmail]

If I’m not mistaken Coyote recently made comments essentially deeming tarantulas worthy of not being aggravated for his bite videos. He doesn’t want to agitate such beautiful animals or some b.s meanwhile he runs centipedes down for some entertainment. Honestly rubbed me way worse than any of his other nonsense.

 

[Frogdaddy]

I didn't watch the vid, never seen a Coyote vid. I don't feel the need to view it.
I do think there is something implied here though. If you are posting videos to YT, or you have a blog or a podcast, to the general public you are perceived as an expert.
Can experience T keepers tell the difference between valid information and sensationalism? Sure. But the general public? Not likely.

 

[darkness975]

I didn't watch the vid, never seen a Coyote vid. I don't feel the need to view it.
I do think there is something implied here though. If you are posting videos to YT, or you have a blog or a podcast, to the general public you are perceived as an expert.
Can experience T keepers tell the difference between valid information and sensationalism? Sure. But the general public? Not likely.

This

 

[The Snark]

Can experience T keepers tell the difference between valid information and sensationalism? Sure. But the general public?

It is, or can be much worse than that. The general public prefers lies and often dislikes the truth. Even vehemently hates it and gets angry and even into fights when the ordinary facts are presented. They want entertainment. Will demand entertainment.

I got involved in one of those fantasies that went wild and out beyond anything that a fiction author could write for a Hollywood movie deliberate bare faced farce. One person summed it up as the Peter Pan on drugs incident.,

Gossip, then the local newspaper then a local TV station spread the fantasy.
There was a cult that was slaughtering animals in some ritual, maybe satanic. The sheriff had been to their ranch as well as a team of investigators that had searched the area for animal carcasses.
This was the general low down reported to me from several reliable sources including the veterinarian who was supposed to be involved in the investigation. I only got the info from others as I didn't read the papers, watch TV and wasn't in the gossip circles.

The realities.
A family came up to our pack outfit with their son and his pride and joy horse. I packed him up into the high country. He ignored warnings and took off across the high meadow at a full run. During the winters the snows turned that meadow into a lake. Looked inviting to romp horses through But come spring the water drained out and left the meadow a virtual land mine field of small sink holes. It was so dangerous to horses I maintained a trail circumventing the meadow through the high ground forest.
And the inevitable happened, the horse put it leg in a sink hole. Mangled, pastern and cannon shattered sticking out through the skin, knee dislocated. Classic as bad as it gets. I took one glance and immediately put the horse down.- right in front of the boy.
Long story short, no consoling the kid who demanded to be taken back down to his parents. In turn they were furious, threatened a law suit and left. Apparently they called the local authorities and filed an animal abuse complaint.

A couple of days later another horse owner brought her horse up. It had lived out it's retirement years under my care in the high country. She took it back to the city where her vet had told her it was suffering and should be euthanized. Sentimentally she brought the horse back up to our pack outfit and asked me to put it down where it had enjoyed it's final years. I did then brought in the vet to sign off the paper.

A wind broke horse was brought up. Traumatic emphysema. A retirement horse as well, okay as long as she didn't exert herself. Some kids took several horses out and had a race including her. I went and got the vet the next AM. His words. "She's gone. I don't have the killer. Would you put her down?"

I handed off my ramrod job to a couple and went to work as a sheriff. When I got a break on my patrols I went up and checked on the outfit quite regularly. Routine.

And the gossip and rumor mill turned that into a satanic cult sacrificing animals in bizarre rituals. The irony being the sheriff officer who inspected and searched the place was me, the supposed leader of the cult. The team of investigators we me, my retired CHP buddy and a couple of his cop friends I packed into the high country for deer season.


Makes me wonder if Mr. Coyote was an up and coming reporter-naturalist looking to make a name for himself and cherry picked that summer's series of incidents.

 

[Jonathan6303]

It is, or can be much worse than that. The general public prefers lies and often dislikes the truth. Even vehemently hates it and gets angry and even into fights when the ordinary facts are presented. They want entertainment. Will demand entertainment.

I got involved in one of those fantasies that went wild and out beyond anything that a fiction author could write for a Hollywood movie deliberate bare faced farce. One person summed it up as the Peter Pan on drugs incident.,

Gossip, then the local newspaper then a local TV station spread the fantasy.
There was a cult that was slaughtering animals in some ritual, maybe satanic. The sheriff had been to their ranch as well as a team of investigators that had searched the area for animal carcasses.
This was the general low down reported to me from several reliable sources including the veterinarian who was supposed to be involved in the investigation. I only got the info from others as I didn't read the papers, watch TV and wasn't in the gossip circles.

The realities.
A family came up to our pack outfit with their son and his pride and joy horse. I packed him up into the high country. He ignored warnings and took off across the high meadow at a full run. During the winters the snows turned that meadow into a lake. Looked inviting to romp horses through But come spring the water drained out and left the meadow a virtual land mine field of small sink holes. It was so dangerous to horses I maintained a trail circumventing the meadow through the high ground forest.
And the inevitable happened, the horse put it leg in a sink hole. Mangled, pastern and cannon shattered sticking out through the skin, knee dislocated. Classic as bad as it gets. I took one glance and immediately put the horse down.- right in front of the boy.
Long story short, no consoling the kid who demanded to be taken back down to his parents. In turn they were furious, threatened a law suit and left. Apparently they called the local authorities and filed an animal abuse complaint.

A couple of days later another horse owner brought her horse up. It had lived out it's retirement years under my care in the high country. She took it back to the city where her vet had told her it was suffering and should be euthanized. Sentimentally she brought the horse back up to our pack outfit and asked me to put it down where it had enjoyed it's final years. I did then brought in the vet to sign off the paper.

A wind broke horse was brought up. Traumatic emphysema. A retirement horse as well, okay as long as she didn't exert herself. Some kids took several horses out and had a race including her. I went and got the vet the next AM. His words. "She's gone. I don't have the killer. Would you put her down?"

I handed off my ramrod job to a couple and went to work as a sheriff. When I got a break on my patrols I went up and checked on the outfit quite regularly. Routine.

And the gossip and rumor mill turned that into a satanic cult sacrificing animals in bizarre rituals. The irony being the sheriff officer who inspected and searched the place was me, the supposed leader of the cult. The team of investigators we me, my retired CHP buddy and a couple of his cop friends I packed into the high country for deer season.


Makes me wonder if Mr. Coyote was an up and coming reporter-naturalist looking to make a name for himself and cherry picked that summer's series of incidents.

Is this real or an example

 

[The Snark]

Is this real or an example

Real, but dialed down to the basic facts. The full reality was much more bananas with oyster sauce. I kept a killer horse that had deliberately attacked people and other horses. casually fired shots into the brush as I led pack trains, terrorized some tourist motorcycle riders at gun point and several other incidents - some much crazier.

(My horse was an unbroken stallion and was playful. His one ton of playfulness was a real and present danger.)
(Riding head we had a lot of rattlesnakes in the area. My job was to spot and shoot them before they spooked or tagged horses or riders..My horse was an expert at helping me spotting snakes. Seeing them or hearing the rattle his ears went back flat, he would freeze and pointed his head like a trained bird dog.)
(Motorcycles were banned from certain trails - designated primitive wildlife area. I happened to be carrying my rifle when I stopped some riders coming up a restricted trail)
And quite a long list of other weirdnesses that got misunderstood.

(My horse was an unbroken stallion and was playful. His one ton of playfulness was a real and present danger.)

One of his favorite tricks I tolerated because I knew it was just his ribald sense of humor. He would high step up to people and slam his chest into them. Stallion snooker. Knocking them flat was a bonus trick shot. He was just saying hello in a jovial manner, completely clueless of how powerful he was. What you were supposed to do was side step at the very last moment then give him a really hard swat on the rump. Caught you! Then he would go into a silly bucking prance all over the place. Okay, you caught me!
I wonder what Mr. Covote would snowball that into in a dangerous wild animal video.


An aside snerk.

Spoiler

Where I kept my horse at a ranch owned by a couple of friends. One day Jango (I didn't name him) had let himself out and was wandering around. The lady of the ranch was walking over to the corrals and Jango was being his usual. He charged past her missing, her by a thin coat of paint, then came to a slide stop and started bucking kicking up a huge cloud of dust. She yelled something as she recovered from the fright and he toned down, walking up to her nodding his head and nuzzled her. So going to feed that evening she saw he had let himself out again. She put the feed in the trough then yelled the same word. He came in from the desert, jumped the railing and went to eat. She thought she was onto something. Next morning she saw him out again trying to figure out how to break into the mare's paddock and she yelled it again. Busted, he took off and jumped back into his corral.
And the new name stuck. JESUS!!!!!! yelled very loudly. And a last names to go with it. You Ass**** which he also answered to. But only when she used them.

 

[HeartBum]

Reading these stories as someone from the UK, I can only envisage something Stephen King would write, or some land I’ve only seen in films… I think I need to see more of the world, outside this concrete jungle…

 

[The Snark]

Reading these stories as someone from the UK, I can only envisage something Stephen King would write, or some land I’ve only seen in films…

I guess the closest thing you have to wilderness is the upper Penines.

 

[Wolfram1]

Reading these stories as someone from the UK, I can only envisage something Stephen King would write, or some land I’ve only seen in films… I think I need to see more of the world, outside this concrete jungle…

agreed, sounds quite outlandish

 

[Egon]

Coyote is the worst and he does love fearmongering.

 

[The Snark]

Coyote is the worst and he does love fearmongering.

Fear, basal response triggering the endocrine system which stimulates various areas of the brain. So essentially, he's a drug dealer once removed.