NoobCannon
Member
Forgive me if this is hard to understand, I'm still shaken over this entire ordeal.
I had just gotten off of work, got home, did some housework, when I realized I left my cigarettes out in the truck(I know, bad habit). I went out to go get them, my dad coming with me. It was dark, and I saw what at first I thought was a braided dog leash laying on the ground. I was about to step down on it when it moved. It was a copperhead.
first and last words out of my mouth were "GUN, GET A GUN!!!"
I ran inside, grabbed a flashlight, my dad's .32, and my 12-Gauge. I handed the .32 off to my dad right as My brother came up the road on his ATV, trying to figure out what the fuss was about. The situation was explained quickly to him as I scanned the area, flashlight held to the pump of my shotgun. It took a minute to relocate the snake, but when I did, I pulled the trigger. Boom.
Blew the snake in half. the head portion slithered under the house to die, and My brother inspected the part that was left behind. It was indeed a copperhead. a relatively fat one, too.
If it weren't for quick thinking, I wouldn't be here to tell you guys this...it scared me half to death...I'm still shaking.
Next time anyone tells you guns don't save lives. Point them my direction. If it weren't for my 12-Gauge, I'd be in the hospital getting antivenom injections right now.
I had just gotten off of work, got home, did some housework, when I realized I left my cigarettes out in the truck(I know, bad habit). I went out to go get them, my dad coming with me. It was dark, and I saw what at first I thought was a braided dog leash laying on the ground. I was about to step down on it when it moved. It was a copperhead.
first and last words out of my mouth were "GUN, GET A GUN!!!"
I ran inside, grabbed a flashlight, my dad's .32, and my 12-Gauge. I handed the .32 off to my dad right as My brother came up the road on his ATV, trying to figure out what the fuss was about. The situation was explained quickly to him as I scanned the area, flashlight held to the pump of my shotgun. It took a minute to relocate the snake, but when I did, I pulled the trigger. Boom.
Blew the snake in half. the head portion slithered under the house to die, and My brother inspected the part that was left behind. It was indeed a copperhead. a relatively fat one, too.
If it weren't for quick thinking, I wouldn't be here to tell you guys this...it scared me half to death...I'm still shaking.
Next time anyone tells you guns don't save lives. Point them my direction. If it weren't for my 12-Gauge, I'd be in the hospital getting antivenom injections right now.