Greybeard
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A neighbor lady dropped in this morning asking if my offer from last fall was still good: to shoot copperheads in her flower beds if she could catch me when their whereabouts were well known.
It seems the warm weather precipitated a little "territory dispute" this morning between a 30"er and her dog. She had locked the dog in the house and scurried over to my place. After I followed her home, she pointed me in the direction of the snake's last known location. I searched with Glock 36 at low-ready and found it pretty promptly in midst of hedge and leaves. One round of the CCI .45ACP shot load from around 4 to 5 feet decapitated, with whatever was left of the head buried in the leaves.
As I picked the snake up by the tail to carry it away, it was wiggling pretty vigorously. She asked "Aren't you afraid it will bite you?" Figuring, she deserved a reply, I held it a little higher and answered "With what?". Yea, she was blonde.
It seems the warm weather precipitated a little "territory dispute" this morning between a 30"er and her dog. She had locked the dog in the house and scurried over to my place. After I followed her home, she pointed me in the direction of the snake's last known location. I searched with Glock 36 at low-ready and found it pretty promptly in midst of hedge and leaves. One round of the CCI .45ACP shot load from around 4 to 5 feet decapitated, with whatever was left of the head buried in the leaves.
As I picked the snake up by the tail to carry it away, it was wiggling pretty vigorously. She asked "Aren't you afraid it will bite you?" Figuring, she deserved a reply, I held it a little higher and answered "With what?". Yea, she was blonde.