I says, āPardon?ā
Well, I lose it! I snap! I grab the weedshacker and fire it up and take a bikini-line right across his head. Heās running around in pain. I just jump the fenceāI just jumped the high barāI just pussyfooted right over to him in my FTD Golden Glove pussyfoot boots. Iām doinā footwork. Heās kinda dazed at the time. Iām tellinā you right now, heās all booster no payload; all crown no filling; all foam no beer; all hammer no nail. Just cold-cocked with one big old backyard brainbasher. Heās down on the ground; I say to him, āHowās that pal? Is that a ānice looking beaverā my wife has, and āitās kinda furry but I like thatā enough for ya??ā
Ever since then, Iāve been THE CHAMP.
I witnessed this once, Then my midget buddy went and smacked it with a random rod he somehow found instantly, broke it's spine or someshit and it was like all fucked up and had this like panic and pure terror in its eye, the midget started sobbing like a little bitch and I realized I had to like end the poor beavers like so I grabbed the rod and beat it's brains as hard as i could, then I started bitching about hopefully I don't get like beaver fever or whatever because it's blood literally got in my eye and the midget was still crying and shit then I think his brother rolled it into the river and I was like still hoping I didn't catch some kind of fever from the beaver.
The video and commentary is about as Canadian as it gets. ha..love it.
Beaver's gonna beev.
So cool!
What an awesome video!
Thanks. It was a real surprise
Dam!
Doing what they do best!
He's hard at work. š«”
Wow! I canāt believe you got so close?
Beavers don't really go after humans where they can easily just get away.
That's a very nice looking beaver you have there. It's kind of furry, but I like that.
I says, āPardon?ā Well, I lose it! I snap! I grab the weedshacker and fire it up and take a bikini-line right across his head. Heās running around in pain. I just jump the fenceāI just jumped the high barāI just pussyfooted right over to him in my FTD Golden Glove pussyfoot boots. Iām doinā footwork. Heās kinda dazed at the time. Iām tellinā you right now, heās all booster no payload; all crown no filling; all foam no beer; all hammer no nail. Just cold-cocked with one big old backyard brainbasher. Heās down on the ground; I say to him, āHowās that pal? Is that a ānice looking beaverā my wife has, and āitās kinda furry but I like thatā enough for ya??ā Ever since then, Iāve been THE CHAMP.
Was this on the Moss Lake trail?
Yeah, toward Beaver bay.
It's the last trail near the Lamont exit
Oh Beaver Pond trail
Them guys just never quit.
If you're ever feeling sad, look at some videos showing beavers grabbing and eating food. You'll still be sad but at least temporarily distracted
Well Iāll be dammed
I witnessed this once, Then my midget buddy went and smacked it with a random rod he somehow found instantly, broke it's spine or someshit and it was like all fucked up and had this like panic and pure terror in its eye, the midget started sobbing like a little bitch and I realized I had to like end the poor beavers like so I grabbed the rod and beat it's brains as hard as i could, then I started bitching about hopefully I don't get like beaver fever or whatever because it's blood literally got in my eye and the midget was still crying and shit then I think his brother rolled it into the river and I was like still hoping I didn't catch some kind of fever from the beaver.