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...seems almost natural when a 2,500-lb. bull rhinoceros crashes out of the undergrowth in a full thundering charge. "Here, Macho," Bentsen calls. "How 'bout an apple for breakfast?" The massive beast puts on the brakes just short of a six-bar iron fence that separates man and animal. With a deft twist of his heavy, pointed lips, Macho plucks a slice of apple from Bentsen's hand. Bentsen reaches through the bars to scratch the leathery muzzle. Rhinos are slow-witted, almost childlike creatures that when startled tend to charge first and ask questions later. But once...
...guests toast the newborn rhino. The calf, who according to Bentsen arrived looking more like a wrinkly little moose than a rhino, is now a 70-lb. miniature of its mother with a tiny stump of a horn sprouting from its nose. The curious youngster, who is just learning rhino etiquette, leaves its mother's side to approach the visitors on the other side of the bars. It paws the ground, huffing and snorting like a grownup pachyderm...
...each climb as a test of how large a tip they can extract from their clients ("Bwana, give me your boots when we finish our safari"). These young members of the Wachagga tribe, who spend much of the year working on coffee plantations, saunter upward, balancing 30-lb. sacks of climbers' gear on their heads. Some haul large green wooden boxes of provisions, water jugs -- and even live chickens...
...economic importance to Alaska have also been damaged. The flocking of tourists to the sound has slowed. And though inspectors who examined fish caught at the start of the salmon season last week pronounced them clean, not everyone was convinced. Alaskan red salmon was selling for $2.50 a lb., down from $3.50 last year. These days, many Americans would rather be safe than sorry...
...investigators gather evidence and make more arrests, Hurlbut browses through rows of Hefty Mamas, Leg Show, Bizarre Fantasies and other beckoning titles with the indifference of a hardened vice cop. "Victimless crime -- crap," he whispers. "Follow me." The white-haired Hurlbut eases his 225- lb. frame through an entrance marked PEEP SHOWS and into a darkened warren of viewing rooms. In each of the empty plywood cubicles, VCRs still hum, and the trappings of recent sexual activity abound. "The average guy has no idea what scumbags these places are," he snaps...