On 10/24/06, Luther, Ron <Ron.Luther at hp.com> wrote: > Ah! It's onna them Irish derriere terriers then? Back when I hitch-hiked everywhere (still would if it didn't worry my wife), there was a terrier in Ballon, Co. Carlow who was notorious among hitch-hikers the length and breadth of the country. He lived just beyond a major junction, so the number of us who walked past his gate was pretty high. He used to charge out from under the gate, roaring like a beast ten times his size, and pursue you until you'd covered about a quarter mile, or he could sink his teeth into your ankle. My first encounter with him wasn't pleasant. The second, however, I was ready. I had my Swedish army boots on. These things were built in 1963. They had square toes, blocks of wood in the soles, leather over a quarter inch thick. A car once ran over my toe, and the only way I knew about it was the track across the boot. Mister Terrier came tearing out, barking his brains out. He caught up to me - you can't run in those boots anyway - and opened his maw wide to get a grip on my ankle. He clamped on. He tried the Terrier Maneuver, which is ineffective on a full-sized male human. He glanced up at me with a worried expression. He tried again. The growl was turning into a whine. I grinned at him as he looked up, and poked him with the other toe. He turned and ran, tail between his legs, howling. It was a small victory, but it was worthwhile. I miss hitch-hiking. I and a Londoner who called herself Jenny Sparks won the informal Youth Hostel cross-country hitching competition twice, Bunclody to Limerick and back in five hours forty-five minutes. A couple will get lifts faster than anyone on their own, two guys, or two girls. Drew. -- // http://www.woodworkireland.com/ // Information and resources for Irish woodworkers, turners, carvers, // joiners, carpenters & cabinet-makers.