[Nathaniel Firethorn]

...which is your own anatomy.Snake in Grass Leads to Bullet in Leg

PORT WENTWORTH, Ga. (AP) — A snake in the grass is to blame for a teenager shooting himself in the leg, police said.

A 16-year-old boy was mowing his lawn Tuesday when he saw a snake slithering toward his dogs, which were chained in the front yard, police said.

Worried about the canines, the boy ran inside and grabbed a .22-caliber pistol, said Port Wentworth police Sgt. Loren Scholes.

The boy came back outside and when he saw the snake at his feet, he hastily aimed and fired. The bullet entered his right calf and exited near his heel, Scholes said.

The boy was taken to an area hospital. Police said the wound was not life-threatening.

Scholes said he did not know what kind of snake it was, but "from what he described, it sounded as big as a freight train."

The sergeant added that the reptile apparently escaped unscathed.http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,159085,00.html

- pdmoderator

[M99M12]

Darwin award? :D

[Twycross]

No, no Darwin Award. He hasn't removed himself from the gene pool yet.

[Onmilo]

Musta been a lefty!

[Vern Humphrey]

Friends of mine were squirrel hunting on the Chatahoochee River in Georgia, drifting along near the bank and using a shotgun. A snake fell into their boat. Guess what happened? :eek:

[jefnvk]

Guess what happened?

I'm gonna guess the had a nice swim back to the car :D

Why didn't he just run it over with a lawnmower :scrutiny:

[made2cut]

I'm sure the snake was going to attack and eat his dog :rolleyes:

[CAS700850]

Funny, I was cutting the grass one time, and a snake crawled up on and over my foot. Ran and got a hoe, came back to find out it was harmless.

Afterwards, I wondered why I let go of the lawnmower and the whirling blade to get a shovel... :scrutiny:

[mete]

Vern, I spoke to a guy who hunted deer from a canoe .I don't know his canoe skills but he fired his 7mmMag off the side of the boat -over he went ! I've hunted geese from a canoe but I know how to handle the canoe.

[Vern Humphrey]

For some reason, certain types tend to gravitate toward boats -- apparently in the hopes of winning the Darwin award. :what:

[Preacherman]

No Darwin award - he didn't shoot his snake.

:neener:

[Nathaniel Firethorn]

Nope. But this guy (http://DarwinAwards.com/darwin/darwin1999-15.html) was not so lucky:(1991, Nicosia, Cyprus) Under similar circumstances, an Iranian hunter was shot to death near Tehran by a snake that coiled around his shotgun as he pinned the reptile to the ground. Another hunter reported that that the victim, named Ali, tried to catch the snake alive by pressing the butt of his shotgun behind its head. The snake coiled around the butt and pulled the trigger, shooting Ali in the head.- pdmoderator

[NC Shooter]

>Friends of mine were squirrel hunting on the Chatahoochee River in Georgia, drifting along near the bank and using a shotgun. A snake fell into their boat. Guess what happened? <

This happened to a couple friends of mine too. The one in the front of the boat got scared, jumped and started swimming away. The one in the back took an oar and calmly flipped the snake into the water. According to him, it looked like Jesus Christ running across the water. :D

[Vern Humphrey]

A long time ago, I, my Dad and the foreman of our ranch were crossing Salado Creek in Independence County, Arkansas just after the creek waters had dropped. As we rode out of the creek through the willows, the foreman encountered a snake on a branch. For some reason, it didn't compute with him, so he brushed it aside. It swung into me, and I reacted more violently. The snake, flung backward, hit Dad in the chest.

That was more fun than a rodeo -- but I kept out of his reach for the rest of the day. :D

[Strings]

Ok... I think a Firefly quote is necessary...

>Scholes said he did not know what kind of snake it was, but "from what he described, it sounded as big as a freight train."<

"Looked bigger when I couldn't see 'im"

[Vern Humphrey]

Now I'll have to tell you my favorite snake story.

We were ordered to go out and look for a base camp that Intelligence said was there. This was in thick, second-growth jungle that you had to chop or force your way through. I got a call from my 2nd Platoon Leader, and when I got to his location, he was in a gully, with bare, eroded sides. At the top of the gully was a "tunnel" leading back into the brush -- a game trail.

Now that makes sense -- if I were building a base camp, I'd follow a game trail a ways and then branch off.

We were about a fifty yards or so down the trail when the point man came crawling back past me. He didn't say, "excuse me," "kiss my foot" or nothin' -- just shoved me out of the way and went on as fast as he could crawl. While I was pondering that, another man did the same thing. And I could hear someone else on the trail ahead of me.

It struck me that there were only two Americans ahead of me on that trail, so I drew and thumb-cocked my .45 (we were ignorant and carried Condition 2 in those days.) As I eased forward, I could hear the point man reporting to the Platoon Leader, "Snu-snu-snu" -- he seemed real anxious to say something, but just couldn't get it out.

As I poked my head around the next bend in the trail, I heard him say "Snu-snu-snu-SNAKE!" Well, hell, by that time I could SEE the "Snu-snu-snu-SNAKE!" He had a head the size of a football and eyes the size of silver dollars.

By the time I got back to the gulley, the whole platoon was waiting for me. The slide was locked back on my .45 and my magazine pouch was empty -- I don't remember reloading.

For a month or so after that, every now and then in the dark, someone would say "G-g-g-give me a G-g-g-gawdam g-g-g-grenade, G-g-g-gawdam it!"

And for some reason, that would provoke howls of laughter.

[Kramer Krazy]

It almost sounds like a lame excuse for some kid screwing around with a gun he wasn't supposed to have had and accidentally shooting himself. :scrutiny: Personally, I'd have cut off the mower, evaluated if it was poisonous or not, and then caught it, using more precaution if it were poisonous. My parents used to have a house bordering a large forest and we had five acres. I couldn't tell you how many times I would kill the mower to catch a snake....I did kill that 6' timber rattler, though.....still have his head in a Mason-jar full of formaldehyde and the rattle in my desk. :p

[Standing Wolf]

The sergeant added that the reptile apparently escaped unscathed.

The critter's probably posting the fine details of his exploit on his favorite forum even as we speak.

[M2 Carbine]

"made2cut
I'm sure the snake was going to attack and eat his dog "
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Attack and eat, No.
Bite, Yes.

You wouldn't believe how much a dogs face will swell up when they get bitten in the face be a venomous snake.

Dogs usually get bitten in the face because they will keep getting braver and closer to the snake until they get within striking distance.

Cats are more careful and quicker.

One of my cats alerted me to a snake in the yard the other night.
I carry a laser equipped 38 J Frame around the place at night. I couldn't see the snake very good in the grass at night so I just put the laser where I thought his middle was and let the shot shell do the rest. :)

[Cacique500]

Personally, I'd have cut off the mower, evaluated if it was poisonous or not, and then caught it, using more precaution if it were poisonous.

Ummm...negative. All snakes (and spiders) are poisonous until killed and proven otherwise. :eek:

I had a large (5 ft or so...big to me) snake strike my weedeater in the back yard in FL. Figured if he was mean enough to strike a weedeater it was time for him to go. A couple of .22 shotshells to head & body did the trick.

[Hardware]

Gee, the only snakes I've ever had a problem with are snow snakes. They're all white, furry and have two little beady red eyes. They operate in pairs. One of 'em trips you when you're skiing and the other shoves snow down your butt crack. :what:

A pack of 12 of them moved a tree in front of a friend of mine. :D

[onrhander]

My grandson came in from the back yard today talking about a snake.I told him leave the snake alone and he'll live you alone.(We have very few (wild) poisonus snakes around here.)Except for some of the politions. :evil:

[Hardtarget]

Onehander...have you looked at your screen name? just wondering....
My snake story...I was going through a stand of cedar trees. they were so close the limbs were inter locked and self pruning so there were lots of dead limbs low to the ground. To walk through, about half the time I was bent over at the waist. Stood up and almost kissed a red rat snake! I was so close I almost bumped my nose on him! I did a flip down hill and skidded to a stop about ten feet away...and had him shot three times before I realized he was a "good guy". I learned better snake identification after that.
Mark.

[M2 Carbine]

About 10:30pm I finished casting bullets in the barn. Turned around and there was a Rattlesnake right behind me.

Brush hogging the front of the neighbors place. I just knew there had to be some Copperheads or Rattlesnakes there. As I was making another pass a good size Copperhead was moving across where I had mowed. On the way by I shot it with a 2 inch J Frame S&W.
The neighbor said that's the best shot I've ever seen. Shooting a moving snake from a moving tractor with one shot from a little pistol.
I didn't have the heart to tell him I was using shot. :D

The wind was blowing hard when I went out after dark but I still heard a Rattlesnake. I came back in the house and stuck a couple shot shells in my J Frame and went back out with a flashlight. I followed the sound and found a 4+ foot Rattlesnake going in the dog house. I had to quick shoot from outside the dog pen, 13 foot away, before the snake got in the dog house.
Enough shot hit him to stop him. :)

[Strings]

My only snake story was from being a kid in San Andreas...

I'm with a group of friends in a wooded area, and we spy what we're PRETTY sure is a king snake. So, being boys, we find an appropriate stick and try catchin' it. Worked like a charm, until we had the fella pinned, and suddenly remembered that coral snakes look very similar... :eek:

So there's five of us standing there, with the nake pinned, trying desperately to remember that silly little rhyme. "Black on yellow, he's a good fellow. Black on red, you're dead". Took us about twenty minutes to remember it, all the while the snake is looking at us in purest disgust, as if to say "forget it. Just let me the heck alone, and I'll leave you alone!"...

Also had a baby king try eating me at a pet shop (right when I was buying my boa). Lil guy was no bigger than a pencil, but was tryin' his darnedest to swallow my hand. I look at the owner and ask if I'd get a discount for feeding him. Owner freaked "Oh my god! Are you ok? Don't freak out or anything!" :rolleyes:

[1911 guy]

caught it, using more precaution if it were poisonous.
Maybe that's why he's "Krazy"
All snakes (and spiders) are poisonous until killed and proven otherwise.
Amen. Been bit by both, would like to repeat as little as possible. BTW, the snake was non-poisonous, but I did get a nasty infection that needed anti-biotics to kick. :(

[38SnubFan]

The critter's probably posting the fine details of his exploit on his favorite forum even as we speak. BAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! :neener:

So is the Sergeant, I'm sure! :rolleyes: :p

Now I'm no snake expert (I do know that the little ones TYPICALLY don't harm anything), but if I see a creature advancing towards me in the woods, I"m moving away from it. No sense shooting the slithery little buggers unless they're actually posing a harm to me. (Not that it wouldn't be fun - I just don't see the point in wasting a round on something that small, let alone be stuck having to clean the gun for firing ONE SHOT!)

Just my $.02

-38SnubFan

[entropy]

Seems to me the kid shot the wrong snake! ;) Ahh, yes, snake stories.
While on an FTX at Camp Roberts, CA, I was visiting the latrine (outdoor shack type) ; a 5-6 bull snake lazily worked it's way around the inside wall of the latrine, looking for lunch. Knowing he was harmless (unless provoked) I merely watched him go about his grocery shopping while attending to my business. After I was done, a female soldier who had waited paitently for me to finish went in. As I passed her I warned, "Watch out for the snake in there." She said, "Yeah, right", not believeing me. I stopped at the bottom of the hill about 50 feet away and waited for the scream. I was rewarded with a very loud, panicky one, along with the sight of her running (sort of) out the door with her pants at her ankles, then tripping and rolling down the hill. As she tried to regain her composure, I first assured that she was unhurt, then simply said "I wasn't kidding. And by the way, those kind of snakes are mosty harmless." :D While this was happening, our new butterbar was killing a garter snake with his E-tool. :rolleyes: Teased him a bit about that one. ;)
About the snake in the boat; my uncle carried a .22 Kit Gun in his tackle box for muskies.(SOP was to shoot them at the side of the boat while on the gaff.) Landed a particularly nasty one (they don't call 'em freshwater barracudas for nothing) and shot it in the .00005 seconds it actually was still. It was, of course laying in the bottom of the boat. :D Fortunately, it takes a little while for a .22 hole to fill a 16 foot fishing boat, so he fired up the ol' Sea Horse and headed home.

[Vernal45]

Friends of mine were squirrel hunting on the Chatahoochee River in Georgia, drifting along near the bank and using a shotgun. A snake fell into their boat.

I witnessed the exact same thing as a teenager. My uncle was in a boat running a trot line on the Trinity river. Dad and myself were fishing for catfish from the bank. We all had a shotgun each for the snakes that we would see. Well, my uncle pulls up under an embankment, and plop, a rattlesnake fell into the boat with him. BOOM :what: from the 12 guage, and snake is dead, and boat is sinking, fast.

[Chipperman]

Here's my best snake story:

A couple of years ago a client came in the clinic door toting a larger Rubbermaid container on wheels. The Receptionists are always leery of any container that does not allow them to visibly identify the beasty contained therein. In this particular case, the container was the current domecile of a 12 year-old Reticulated Python.

Said snake was 18 feet long, and weighed 140 pounds. Needless to say, this snake was perfectly capable of killing an adult human without much effort. Well, the purpose of his visit was a sore in his mouth.

Hmmmmm....

OK, so I need to examine the mouth of an 18 foot long snake that weighs almost as much as I do. Time to round up a few technicians. Thankfully, the snake was pretty amicable about the whole examination process. One side of the mouth was horribly swollen, with necrotic tissue around the dental arcade. Another Vet had been treating him for mouth rot for the past month, without any visible improvement. All right, time for Plan B. Told the owner that a biopsy was in order to determine what exactly was going on there.

I don't think he would have been very cooperative about me pulling chunks of oral mucosa out of his mouth for histopathology, so anesthesia would be needed. As this was late on a Saturday, it would have to wait until Monday. The owner lived about 2 hours away, so he elected to admit the snake for the weekend.

The debate then began about where to put this creature. The dog runs have gaps too large in them to keep a determined snake inside. The last thing we needed was to have Mrs. Pettibone arrive on Monday morning to reclaim her Poodle Ginger, and have us point to a small bulge in the middle of the snake's abdomen. The snake would have to be given his own room. Thankfully, our hospital was fairly large, and had two rooms specifically designed for Exotic animals. We emptied out one and put the snake inside. On the door, I placed a large sign that read: "DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT OPENING THIS DOOR UNLESS THERE AT LEAST TWO PEOPLE PRESENT"

I nodded to myself as I affixed the sign to the door, knowing that it may very well save the life of an employee. I went about seeing the rest of my appointments. Later that evening, the cleaning crew came in. Bob, who was very meticulous about mopping the floor, was not very cognizant about anything above it. Yeah, you know what's coming...

As I'm getting packed up to leave for the night, I suddenly hear a loud moaning "WHOOOOAAA",and the sound of cleaning implements scattering across a tile floor. Thinking Bob may have slipped on the wet floor, I ran around the corner to make sure he was alright. There he stood, with his back to the door, looking over at me. His face was alabaster, and his whole body was trembling. I tried my best to suppress a grin as I said, "So I see you met Godzilla."

He nodded slowly, and bent over to pick up his mop. Turning his back to me, he went about continuing his custodial duties without saying another word. He never mentioned it to anyone.

Monday came and we anesthetized the snake. I took a biopsy of his mouth and we got our answer. Unfortunately for Godzilla, it was Squamous Cell Carcinoma. He lived for about 6 more months.

[CB900F]

Fella's;

I figure he musta been from Illinois. Call me 'lefty'.

900F