Saturday, February 10, 2007


A herd of buffalo can move only as fast as the slowest buffalo, and when the herd is hunted, the slowest and weakest ones at the back are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular culling of the weakest members.

Last night (Caboolture Dusk to Dawn), I was thankful that I wasn't a Buffalo.


Blogger Bolder said...

you weren't the buffalo.

were you the kitten?

who's the kitten??


aussie bastard. kitten didn't hurt no one...

*makes note* give up the drink.

11:07 am  
Blogger David said...

at least the kitty went out with a smile.

12:01 pm  
Blogger Clairie said...

You are a buffalo.

I was the hunter.

I just killed the other weaker ones first. You were next....

1:51 pm  
Blogger CJ said...

Luv the photo! So how was Caboolture Dusk to Dawn?!

4:13 pm  
Blogger Ewen said...

You were a pussy?

Reading between the lines, it sounds like Clairie couldn't catch you.

5:17 pm  
Blogger Tesso said...

Good on ya Mr Buffalo ... no prizes for guessing what song I have stuck in my head now.

Four buffalo gals go around the outside, 'round the outside, 'round the outside
Four buffalo gals go around the outside and dosie doe your partners.


Speaking of grrrrrr - grrrrreat run last night :-)

5:50 pm  
Blogger Mat said...

So, your saying that you were only metaphorically slaughtered.

You were looking good out there. Especially the last lap as you ran with a beer!

8:09 pm  
Blogger psbowe said...

If you put that way...thank goodness I'm not a buffalo cuz slow and steady is me!

5:40 am  
Blogger Ginger Breadman said...

damn, that looks relaxing!

3:46 am  
Blogger Black Knight said...

Who is the killer and who is the buffalo?

3:12 am  
Blogger robtherunner said...

Hey, I don't get it!

1:19 pm  

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