Rule 3: Know which is the snake and...
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Twycross
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No, no Darwin Award. He hasn't removed himself from the gene pool yet.
Vern Humphrey
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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? 
jefnvk
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I'm gonna guess the had a nice swim back to the car
Why didn't he just run it over with a lawnmower
CAS700850
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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...
Afterwards, I wondered why I let go of the lawnmower and the whirling blade to get a shovel...
Vern Humphrey
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For some reason, certain types tend to gravitate toward boats -- apparently in the hopes of winning the Darwin award. 
Preacherman
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No Darwin award - he didn't shoot his snake.
Nathaniel Firethorn
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NC Shooter
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>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.
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.
Vern Humphrey
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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.
That was more fun than a rodeo -- but I kept out of his reach for the rest of the day.
Strings
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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"
>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
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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.
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
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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. 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.
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. Standing Wolf
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The critter's probably posting the fine details of his exploit on his favorite forum even as we speak.
M2 Carbine
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"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.
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
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Ummm...negative. All snakes (and spiders) are poisonous until killed and proven otherwise.
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.
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.
A pack of 12 of them moved a tree in front of a friend of mine.
A pack of 12 of them moved a tree in front of a friend of mine.
Hardtarget
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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.
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.
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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.
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.
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.
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
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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...
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!"
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...
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!"
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