(December 27, 2018 at 9:25 pm)AFTT47 Wrote:(December 26, 2018 at 3:25 pm)Brian37 Wrote: Ha ha ha..... Yea, I am sure Roy would say the same and not blame the cat too. And from what I understand he didn't, but a lot of good that did Roy.
Like I said, noooooooo thank you.
In all seriousness, I am sure if they are raised from birth, they'd be less likely to get aggressive. Problem is, just like most life, if you run out of resources to feed it, it is big enough and strong enough to unintentionally or intentionally rip you to shreds.
Shit, even with horses. I've ridden once, looked down thinking damn if I fall off I could really fucking break something. But even with their hard skulls, I think what if they lean into me and unintentionally but my head.
I'll stick to my house cat thank you.
I won't go so far as to say Roy had it coming but Manticore (the tiger that injured him) is a white tiger. Those creatures are abominations of nature. In order to get that coloration, massive in-breeding is required. The last figure I heard was that only one in five survive to reach adulthood. Manticore is probably the tiger equivalent of George W Bush - a complete dumb-ass. A normal tiger would instinctively know that trying to carry an adult man by the scruff of his neck won't work out as well as carrying a tiger cub that way.
Inbreeding or not. With Roy, as stupid as he was putting dangerous animals in in act, I would bet, as kind as he was to the tigers, it still amounts to the fact they are big, and powerful. Even he didn't blame the tiger for what it did.
I can tell you even with riding a horse once. I am sure the tiger was simply thinking "Oh shit, my friend fell down, let me help him up".
In my case in my early teens, I thought it would be fun to ride a horse for the first time, visiting my aunt on a mountain just outside and slightly south of San Francisco. Just like that tiger instinctively tried to pick up Roy by the scruff of his neck and unintentionally injured him, with the horse I attempted to ride, the more I tried to push it to do what I wanted, the more I felt that it knew I didn't know what the fuck I was doing. It was trained to walk people around a set path in a circle back to the ranch. I got board with it simply lumbering waking, so I kept kicking it in the side. It ninny'd each time, until the last time, when it was finally saying, "Ok asshole, you wanted fast, you got it" .......... As soon as it bolted I realized I was wrong......... Fortunately for me, it seemed that it understood I only needed a few hundred feet to realize what a dipshit I was being. It slowed down, and for the rest of the trip, it ignored me.
