Posted on 11/13/2013 7:08:58 AM PST by chessplayer
If you were stranded in the wilderness, your supplies gone, and you were about to starve to death, could you kill your best friend? That's the heartbreaking dilemma one man faced when he found himself trapped in the Canadian wilderness with no food. At the beginning of his planned three month trek, Marco Lavoie, who was hiking with his best pal, his dog, had his camp rations and canoe destroyed by a bear. But his faithful pooch saved his life by chasing the bear off. He would be "rewarded" three days later by having his own life taken -- by his beloved owner.
Of course one can.
Judging from what we know of this guy already, however, do you really think *HE* had the sense or means to do that?
Unless I walked in his shoes I refuse to cast any stones, however, I’m not sure what I would have done, thank heavens I would never have put myself in that predicament..
I read it in class...likely 5th grade ...1967/68
admit I don’t recall the nuance that precise
/johnny
i think the rule is:
red wine with shepherds, white wine with collies.
I think the big problem is that commercial dog food makes dogs taste awful. There should be a law that dog food not give its stink to dogs, because it makes you only want to eat your dogs when you are really, really hungry. A well fed dog would be delicious, especially when they’re young.
I’m beginning to think the whole thing was contrived for notoriety, the story is so off. If he did do this, he should never have another dog.
Three months worth of camp rations, and NOTHING was salvageable after the bear attaack, to the point that three days later you kill and eat your dog?
Sounds odd as hell to me, too.
Your right there. Just look at the Donner party in 1846 and the 1972 Andes plane crash.
They'll watch your back, alright. At the first sign of hunger, it'll look like steak tartar.
maybe after 2 weeks, not after 3 days
Three is days is just hungry, not starving. And he is in the middle of the Canadian wilderness. There have to be 1000 other things he could have eaten first.
He’s a first class low life in my book.
http://www.snopes.com/horrors/freakish/hotspring.asp
This is how a man of character behaves with his dog.
Now that I’ve had time to think about it, the whole thing is coming together.
It’s actually his girlfriend’s dog. He just moved in a few months ago and had been eying that delicious thing for weeks. One day, while his housemate was out, he saw his chance and decided to take his yummy friend out on a little hike. There was no bear, there were no rations — he concocted all of that so he could spend a few days feasting in succulent puppy heaven.
His plan backfired when he got lost after taking a very wrong turn. Unfortunately for him, no domestic dogs happened along during his plight and he really was in quite bad shape when he was finally found.
The lesson in all this is that no matter how appetizing Rover might look on a given day, few people have been done serious harm by showing proper restraint in matters of the stomach.
Not to mention that what’s in your supplies brings comfort and ease, your belt gear should allow you to complete your mission, and what’s carried on your body should allow you to survive.
Even if a bear attacked his canoe and ate all the food, he should have had gear in his pockets that would have allowed survival.
Where I am, with certain cultures, the pets are at risk already, cats and dogs. And there is no food shortage.
It is all in your background and perception of the world when it comes to what is acceptable and what is not.
Not strong enough.
It is evil to equate animals with humans.
John Billings: I say we drink the wine, eat the dogs, and use the paper for musket wading.
Reverend Oliver: [alarmed] Eat the dogs?
Benjamin Martin: [going along with Billings’ joke] A dog is a fine meal.
Reverend Oliver: [still alarmed] G-G-Good Heavens!
[Billings and Martin laugh]
[NVA: I don’t think Billings was joking]
I think he was a total jerk. Who goes into the woods without some provisions, a gun, a compass? I feel terrible that he ate his faithful dog, especially after it saved him from a bear. Couldn’t the dog have caught some game for them? Guy ever came near me, I’d kick him hard right in the crotch. For starters.
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