being face to face with 2 dobermanns out in the woods, after riding my mountainbike for about 45 minutes into no-man's land.
Those mutts were *not* happy to see me. Luckily, me shouting at them, and them barking right back at me kept both sides busy for about 4 or 5 minutes, after which suddenly the apparent owner of the dogs appeared around the corner in a hurry. Looked like some kind of hunter or ranger or whatever. I didn't bother to ask, just said thanks and drove off. (hey, I was 11, gimme a break
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