Ha ha im still laughing at the other lions.... some are still perched on there "stools" like just chilling and shit.
A few that get wet are all scared and run away looking nervous.
Those handlers stood up quite well against two pissed off male lions. with nothing but blunt sticks/poles.
All that was missing was some sharpened spears instead of those silly poles and we could have witnessed something the cave men might have had to go through on a regular basis.
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Why dont they make the whole plane out of that black box stuff?
Yeah, the one on the trapez in the right corner is just chilling. He knows the others are ruining everything but if he just sits still he might still get a treat.
Basically, I think it was a situation where the lead handler gets injured and the lions try to take the alpha male position when they see that he is weakened and then it escalates.
But yeah, it was clear that the handlers knew what they were doing, even after the initial fuck up. They couldn't just rush out of the arena because then the lions would give chase, they had to do a retreat while still keeping their position. That's some ice cold situational awareness right there.
This post has been edited by Aptorian: 05 October 2010 - 12:35 PM
That reminds me, there was a lion attack in Las Vegas a few weeks back. Dunno if it was posted in here before, but it's interesting for how the female lion reacts.
They came with white hands and left with red hands.
The lion was all "What the fuck are you looking at? I SAID WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT!?"
And the lioness is all "Dude, chill out. Calm down, man"
And then the lion is all "I AM CALM! I'M A FUCKING COOL AS ... ARE YOU FUCKING EYEBALLING ME, SON!? I WILL FUCK YOU UP! DON'T YOU THINK YOU CAN HIDE FROM ME DOWN THERE!
And the lioness is all "Forget this shit, I don't know why I even hang out with you, you jive motherfucker.
Meanwhile old lion handler guy is thinking "fuck all you all I'm getting the fuck out of here."
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.