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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2017 17:02:09 GMT
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Post by thebfg on Mar 21, 2017 17:08:04 GMT
Fair play to the copper. Its not long ago that the police would of just looked from the bank and waitwd for a dingy. A hero some may say.
I'm just glad he ain't got a bollocking for doing it but I suppose being a diver he's allowed in.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2017 17:25:25 GMT
I wonder how the "saved" person ended up in the water?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2017 17:54:36 GMT
I agree with the BFG, fair play indeed! That takes some bollocks to do that. I'm not a keen or particularly strong swimmer, in fact it's only a skill I would rely on to delay the onset of drowning! In my early twenties I foolishly attempted to 'rescue' my dog who I thought was in difficulty in Gunwade lake Ferry Meadows - it's an old gravel pit that's now a country park He had swam to the middle of the lake and looked to be struggling, repeated attempts by the trip boat to get him on board were in vain. I decided there was no choice but for me to strip off to my skiddies and go get him. Wrong decision! It was May bank holiday and reasonably warm, except for the fact gravel pits shelve heavily and become very deep only a few yards from the bank, by fuck was that water cold! It knocked the air out my lungs and I thought bollocks to this dog, you're on your own! By now a good crowd had gathered, I gave up, got back to my pile of clothes and thought I'd have to watch him drown. The bastard dog had one last look around, spotted me and swam straight back to me, he looked pretty pleased with his efforts too. I stomped back to the boat feeling bloody foolish but glad to have the dog back and both of us not drowneded. I should have known better too, a colleague at Carlsberg died trying to rescue his dog from the Nene during the Easter '98 floods.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2017 18:19:28 GMT
I was playing on a frozen pond with a friend and our two dogs when I was about 14. We cycled around the edge where the ice was thick and the dogs were running about happily. There were some worrying "ker-dooong" type noises so we carefully went back to land. My dog fell through the ice in the middle of the pond. At first I laid down on the ice to spread my weight and wriggled towards the dog. Then I realised the dog was probably stronger than me and had 4 legs so I moved back and got to the side to watch.
Dog lifted herself with front legs. Ice broke. Same again for 2 or 3 goes until she got to thick enough ice got out and trotted about like nothing had happened.
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