Post by: Brad Johnson on November 28, 2006, 02:15:21 PM
A pic of a lil' critter I found slitherin' 'round at my folks' place over the weekend.
Brad
Post by: USP45usp on November 28, 2006, 02:42:35 PM
I really dislike snakes, they usually found themselves on the wrong end of the shotgun when I lived in Florida.
Wayne
Post by: Sergeant Bob on November 28, 2006, 02:46:35 PM
Did ya eat him?
Post by: crt360 on November 28, 2006, 02:55:27 PM
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Post by: charby on November 28, 2006, 05:48:02 PM
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Post by: charby on November 28, 2006, 06:45:57 PM
-C
Post by: LadySmith on November 28, 2006, 09:41:50 PM
Post by: roo_ster on November 29, 2006, 01:54:05 AM
Post by: Leatherneck on November 29, 2006, 03:56:27 AM
TC
Post by: MechAg94 on November 29, 2006, 05:37:32 AM
My mother was bit on the foot by a coperhead when I was a kid. She didn't see it and stepped on its tail. Since then, snakes were not allowed near the house on pain of death.
Where I grew up, I never once saw a live rattler. We saw many copperheads, mocassins, bullsnakes, garter snakes, chicken snakes and others, but never a liver rattler. I did see rattlers that others had killed, I just never came across one. Since we didn't run around the woods after dark much, I think that is the main reason.
Post by: Jamisjockey on November 29, 2006, 05:54:26 AM
Post by: mtnbkr on November 29, 2006, 06:04:33 AM
I had to kill it because this was his 2nd sighting of the trip and we had too many people in that camp to risk a bite. At best speed (some of it over jeep trails), it would take over an hour to get to the nearest hospital.
Chris
Post by: Hutch on November 29, 2006, 06:19:53 AM
Man, snakes give me the heebee-jeebies.
Post by: Art Eatman on November 29, 2006, 08:04:06 AM
You have any idea what back-dragging a loader bucket across a rattler does to that pore lil critter?
, Art
Post by: wingnutx on November 29, 2006, 08:13:09 AM
Never had a problem with them. We leave each other alone.
Post by: Matthew Carberry on November 29, 2006, 09:34:13 AM
Call Hollywood, I smell sequel!
Post by: crt360 on November 29, 2006, 10:41:02 AM
Post by: gunsmith on November 29, 2006, 11:21:56 PM
Snakes eat rat,mice and other disease carriers.
leave em alone.
Post by: Matthew Carberry on November 29, 2006, 11:49:58 PM
Snake in your campsite or yard? We aren't exactly short on snakes. Far better safe than sorry, especially with kids and pets around.
Post by: JAlexander on November 30, 2006, 07:50:37 AM
James
Post by: Brad Johnson on November 30, 2006, 08:17:30 AM
I was about four feet away when I snapped the pic. I kept prodding him trying to get his head up, but he kept hunkering down lower.
Brad
Post by: mtnbkr on November 30, 2006, 08:59:00 AM
I kept prodding him trying to get his head up, but he kept hunkering down lower.
You're a braver man than me.Chris
Post by: Brad Johnson on November 30, 2006, 09:08:46 AM
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You're a braver man than me.
Wait til I tell you what I was prodding him with.
Brad
Post by: cosine on November 30, 2006, 09:28:07 AM
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You're a braver man than me.
Wait til I tell you what I was prodding him with.
Brad
Well?
By the way, regarding that picture in your first post: *right click, save as*
I hope you don't mind, it's a pretty nice picture.
Post by: Brad Johnson on November 30, 2006, 09:34:44 AM
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You're a braver man than me.
Wait til I tell you what I was prodding him with.
Brad
Well?
A man's stick is his own business.
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By the way, regarding that picture in your first post: *right click, save as*
I hope you don't mind, it's a pretty nice picture.
I hope you don't mind, it's a pretty nice picture.
Not at all. Glad somebody appreciated it!
Brad
Post by: mtnbkr on November 30, 2006, 09:48:36 AM
Wait til I tell you what I was prodding him with.
Well?
A man's stick is his own business.
Well?
A man's stick is his own business.
If you were poking the snake from 4' away with *that*, then you are definately more man than me.
Chris
Post by: Brad Johnson on November 30, 2006, 10:13:10 AM
Brad
Post by: Stand_watie on December 01, 2006, 05:30:03 AM
About two and a half feet. Six rattles and a button.
I was about four feet away when I snapped the pic. I kept prodding him trying to get his head up, but he kept hunkering down lower.
Brad
I was about four feet away when I snapped the pic. I kept prodding him trying to get his head up, but he kept hunkering down lower.
Brad
Quote from: Steve Irwin
"Now don't troy this at home folks, Oi'm a professional...Oi'm just going to give him a little nudge to woik him up and we'll see what koind of mood he's in, hay?
For the record I really, really enjoyed Steve Irwin's productions. I'm making light of the idea of a non-pro copying his antics in real-life, not his tragic death.
Post by: oldfart on December 03, 2006, 09:32:11 AM
Evidently, hunting was pretty good, since he paid for a year of college with his earnings, but here's where the odd part comes in. It seems that no one at the camp had ever been actually bitten by a snake, only frightened, yet the following year several kids were bitten by rabbits and had to go through a series of rabies shots as a precaution.
I don't live around them anymore but when I did, I generally left them alone unless they were encroaching on my space.
Post by: Matthew Carberry on December 03, 2006, 12:34:20 PM
Preemption is the better part of valor in those situations. There's plenty of opportunity to show the kids snakes and proper behavior out in the woods on treks, no need to do it behind the chow hall.
I'm trying to think of a collection of young boys that wouldn't solve the rabbit problem themselves in a day or so, if only by the usual small boy tactic of "running around like idiots at full volume" much less with a collective complement of knives and "whacking sticks" that would shame the entire Zulu nation.
Must be well-disciplined Scouts.
Post by: Calumus on December 03, 2006, 12:36:19 PM
Post by: Hawkmoon on December 10, 2006, 07:13:17 PM
Back in the old days, when I had to work for a living, I had a young man work with me for a summer while he was going to college. He told me about some of the odd jobs he's taken to get through school. One job he'd taken was with a Boy Scout camp somewhere in Southern California. His task was simply to hunt and kill rattlesnakes and he was paid by the number of buttons on the rattles.
Evidently, hunting was pretty good, since he paid for a year of college with his earnings, but here's where the odd part comes in. It seems that no one at the camp had ever been actually bitten by a snake, only frightened, yet the following year several kids were bitten by rabbits and had to go through a series of rabies shots as a precaution.
I don't live around them anymore but when I did, I generally left them alone unless they were encroaching on my space.
Evidently, hunting was pretty good, since he paid for a year of college with his earnings, but here's where the odd part comes in. It seems that no one at the camp had ever been actually bitten by a snake, only frightened, yet the following year several kids were bitten by rabbits and had to go through a series of rabies shots as a precaution.
I don't live around them anymore but when I did, I generally left them alone unless they were encroaching on my space.
Hmmmm ...
Harvey the attack rabbit got loose again, eh?