MCgunner
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I went to check my hog trap today. Friend asked if he could go, never seen my place. So, I says what sorts of water proof or rubber boots do you have? He says he can wear some old sneekers. I warned him of the snakes, says he'd be okay.
Well, we were walking the trail up to the trap and I walked past a rattler without seeing it, felt something hit my snake boot, but felt like brush, didn't pay attention. He got up to it, saw it draw back and I hear this wild banshee scream and I turn to see him 3 feet in the air. The snake's strike missed. I've never seen a 60 year old fat man jump that high before. I didn't know it could be done. ROFLMAO!!!!!!!! He was scared stiff and I was laughing so hard I was choking. Walked over and shot the thing with my .410 Contender. At that range, the shot was about .50 calibers wide, took most if it's head off. It was about 3 feet and had 5 buttons with a sixth growing.
No hogs, but that was the thrill of the day. I don't think he wants to go with me anymore.
Well, we were walking the trail up to the trap and I walked past a rattler without seeing it, felt something hit my snake boot, but felt like brush, didn't pay attention. He got up to it, saw it draw back and I hear this wild banshee scream and I turn to see him 3 feet in the air. The snake's strike missed. I've never seen a 60 year old fat man jump that high before. I didn't know it could be done. ROFLMAO!!!!!!!! He was scared stiff and I was laughing so hard I was choking. Walked over and shot the thing with my .410 Contender. At that range, the shot was about .50 calibers wide, took most if it's head off. It was about 3 feet and had 5 buttons with a sixth growing.
No hogs, but that was the thrill of the day. I don't think he wants to go with me anymore.