Different eyes for different folks.....right? To think that in some centuries past, these 'skinny lil broads' you find in skimpy clothes woulda been taunted to put some meat on their bones...........and some of your male friends would be jokin you need your eyes checked.........LOL.
DOn't resemble those remarks........that's just the way it was--back then. :)
This guy would never have shot a bear. He understood the risks. He lived among the Kodiak grizzly bears for 13 summers. Timothy Dexter (Tweadwell) (he changed his name when he was a wannabe actor) was crazy but likeable. He videotaped himself talking to and about the bears for 100 hours. Werner Herzog and others put some of the footage together to create the movie. Some of the Alaska scenary is breathtaking. There are parts that are downright funny, without meaning to be. It is also somewhat ghoulish, but we skipped over some of that.
"If theres another 9/11 or a major war in the Middle-East involving a U.S. attack on Iran, I have no doubt that there will be, the day after or within days an equivalent of a Reichstag fire decree that will involve massive detentions in this country."
You should watch 5 minutes of this film to listen to his complete unwillingness to ever shoot a bear and his complete understanding of what they could do to him.
"If theres another 9/11 or a major war in the Middle-East involving a U.S. attack on Iran, I have no doubt that there will be, the day after or within days an equivalent of a Reichstag fire decree that will involve massive detentions in this country."
This fellow named Sam has been wrenching and riding Harleys for 25 years and is finally sick of fixing 'em. He quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in the mountains--as far from humanity as possible.
He sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month.
Otherwise, it's total peace and quiet. After 6 months or so of almost total isolation, Sam is finishing dinner when someone knocks on his door. he opens it and there's a big, bearded dude standing there. "Name's Enoch...your neighbour from four miles over the ridge...having' a party Saturday...thought you'd like to come." "Great," Sam says, "after six months of this I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you." As Enoch is leaving he stops. "Gotta warn you, there's gonna be some drinking'." "Not a problem...after 25 years of Harley riding', I can do that with the best of them." Again, as he starts to leave, Enoch stops. "More 'n' likely gonna be some fighting' too." "Damn!" Sam thinks, "tough crowd...sounds like the Redwood Run."
"Well," he says, "I get along with people. I'll be there. Thanks again." Once again Enoch turns from the door. "I've seen some wild sex at these parties too." "Now that is not a problem," says Sam, "remember, I've been alone for six months. I'll definitely be there! By the way...what time should I get to the party?" Enoch stops in the door again and says, "Whenever you want...it's just gonna be the two of us."