I want to die fighting lions.
I read a book years ago about a guy who was a famous lion hunter in Africa.
The author noticed that the hunter had a rather motley looking group of dogs. He asked the hunter if he used those dogs to hunt lions.
The hunter said that he did use those dogs.
The author was amazed. Some of the dogs were quite small. He thought the hunter would use large dogs bred to fight lions.
The hunter said he just went down to the dog pound and collected up the stray dogs.
The author said that was uncaring and cruel.
The hunter disagreed. He told the author to look again at the dogs. They were all well fed and happy and lazing in the sun.
Then the hunter said,
“If you were one of these dogs, would you want to die whimpering in a cage, or would you rather go down snarling and fighting a lion?”
Me?
Dear God....please let me go down snarling and fighting lions. Amen.
Excellent analogy.
I’m also a crack shot and can’t speak of the dancing.
Since nobody else has asked, what book is that from? I shared that with my girl, and she dug it as much as I did.
There's a Sheriff in Florida claims he's a Lion...
Have at it...
Drives a Lamborghini