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The Joy of Snakes..............
Posted on 6/9/13 at 3:18 pm
Posted on 6/9/13 at 3:18 pm
Inspired by the Okefenokee Joe..... ....LINK...........
So, has anyone every gotten bit before, or have any good snake stories?
Me, I've never been bit, but I've got a hundred snake stories. Worst one goes like this......... I was running around in the woods one summer. Literally running. For exercise. And it was boiling hot of course, and so I stopped to take a break. Had on shorts and running shoes with no socks cause I don't like socks. ANyway.....I was standing there with the majority of my weight on my right foot with my hands on on top of my head catching my breath.... and I felt this slapping on the back of my right calf. Now, the entirety of the next part of this story happened in about a mili-second......but, I looked down. And I shite you not. I had come to rest with my right heel directly on top of the head of about a four foot long rattle snake! I don't know why it didn't rattle, but it was going nuts and slapping it's tail all over the place frantically with it's head pinned down under my fricking heel.
Anyway, I swear to God that I levitated seven feet in the air and may or may not have made the sound that a six-year-old girl makes when they get scared. I get chills just thinking about it.
Also, one time while duck hunting, I was grabbing handfuls of the dead brush and weeds around me for camoflauge........and when the sun came up, I looked down in my lap, and I realized that on this nice flat piece of bark I had picked up, there was a baby water mocassin coiled up asleep right there in my fricking lap. And had been there for almost an hour. I stayed cool this time though and just chunked him as far as i could.
So, has anyone every gotten bit before, or have any good snake stories?
Me, I've never been bit, but I've got a hundred snake stories. Worst one goes like this......... I was running around in the woods one summer. Literally running. For exercise. And it was boiling hot of course, and so I stopped to take a break. Had on shorts and running shoes with no socks cause I don't like socks. ANyway.....I was standing there with the majority of my weight on my right foot with my hands on on top of my head catching my breath.... and I felt this slapping on the back of my right calf. Now, the entirety of the next part of this story happened in about a mili-second......but, I looked down. And I shite you not. I had come to rest with my right heel directly on top of the head of about a four foot long rattle snake! I don't know why it didn't rattle, but it was going nuts and slapping it's tail all over the place frantically with it's head pinned down under my fricking heel.
Anyway, I swear to God that I levitated seven feet in the air and may or may not have made the sound that a six-year-old girl makes when they get scared. I get chills just thinking about it.
Also, one time while duck hunting, I was grabbing handfuls of the dead brush and weeds around me for camoflauge........and when the sun came up, I looked down in my lap, and I realized that on this nice flat piece of bark I had picked up, there was a baby water mocassin coiled up asleep right there in my fricking lap. And had been there for almost an hour. I stayed cool this time though and just chunked him as far as i could.
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Posted on 6/9/13 at 3:55 pm to Jefferson Dawg
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I was running around in the woods one summer. Literally running. For exercise.
I thought you lived in the woods?
Posted on 6/9/13 at 4:09 pm to RunLindsayRun
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I thought you lived in the woods?
I don't understand the question.
You got a snake story, or what? Let's hear it..........
I mean, someone here has had to have gotten bitten or know someone that was....And I want to hear the story.
Posted on 6/9/13 at 4:35 pm to Jefferson Dawg
I don't really have a good one, but last year I walked about ten yards into a peanut field I was scouting and saw a medium sized cottonmouth laying in between 2 rows of peanuts. Went back to the jeep, got a little .22 my partner was carrying, went back to the field and blew the frickers head off. I wouldn't be surprised if I have another encounter or two this summer.
Posted on 6/9/13 at 5:32 pm to Jefferson Dawg
I remember this one being killed near my hometown as a boy.
Posted on 6/9/13 at 5:34 pm to Jefferson Dawg
Dp
This post was edited on 6/9/13 at 5:35 pm
Posted on 6/9/13 at 5:44 pm to rb
I've always had an issue with snakes, issue meaning they scare the frick out of me. I decided eairler this year that I was gonna face my fears and the next one I saw I was gonnca catch. I accomplished that last night, there was a baby black snake swimming in the pool around midnight I quickly spung to action grabbing that little fricker perfect as he swam by. Now it was no 4ft copperhead but I popped my cherry with hopefully many more snake captures down the road. 
Posted on 6/9/13 at 5:51 pm to Spunky
Posted on 6/9/13 at 5:52 pm to Spunky
My cousin nearly died after a moccasin bite .She stepped on the snake while getting out of her mothers car when she was 10 yrs old.That left me with a life long respect/fear of every one of em.
Posted on 6/9/13 at 5:54 pm to rb
Holy shite!! WOnder how old that thing was...............
Posted on 6/9/13 at 6:01 pm to Jefferson Dawg
Had dreams of a compound fracture from the strike,the head on that sucker is as big as Lavons fist.
Posted on 6/9/13 at 6:01 pm to rb
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My cousin nearly died after a moccasin bite
The first dog I ever had.....a Heinz 57 mutt.....got bit in the face by a rattlesnake. ANd my dad went ahead and shot him in the head to put him out of his misery. Was traumatic.
But, then I watched that youtube of Okefenokee JOe and he said that his dog Swampy got bit in the face once and survived. So, now I'm pissed.
I think Swampy got bit by a mocassin though, so maybe that's why.........
Posted on 6/9/13 at 6:09 pm to rb
Jesus...that looks like an anaconda. If that was killed near where I grew up I'd never go outside.
I was walking up a creek once and walked into a nest of copperheads at the foot of a dam for a small pond. Of course I was bare foot. The grass was about a foot high and all of a sudden everything around me started to slither. I don't know how many there were but it was a bunch.
I covered about 30 feet in 3 steps and ran up the back of the dam yelling because I just had the hell scared out of me. When I got to the top there was a couple of people fishing, and I was bare footed and covered with mud...running and yelling out of the woods.
They thought they were about to get deliverenced
I was walking up a creek once and walked into a nest of copperheads at the foot of a dam for a small pond. Of course I was bare foot. The grass was about a foot high and all of a sudden everything around me started to slither. I don't know how many there were but it was a bunch.
I covered about 30 feet in 3 steps and ran up the back of the dam yelling because I just had the hell scared out of me. When I got to the top there was a couple of people fishing, and I was bare footed and covered with mud...running and yelling out of the woods.
They thought they were about to get deliverenced
This post was edited on 6/9/13 at 6:11 pm
Posted on 6/9/13 at 6:25 pm to SquatchDawg
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They thought they were about to get deliverenced
Not sure if this is urban legend or not. But, do y'all remember when McDonald's used to have the playgrounds with all the balls? We called it a "ball bath" which sounds kind of gay in hindsight. But, you could do flips and shite and land in the plastic balls and swim around and get buried, and chunk them at your biddies head, etc etc.
Then I heard, that in some town a moccassin nested up in the bottom of one of those and had about 20 babies and they bit the shite out of a bunch of kids and they died. And that's why there are no more ball bath playgrounds at McDonalds anymore.
Come to think of it. Forget the snakes.....that's pretty nasty to have been swimming around in those dirty arse plastic balls. Probably full of piss and terds and other nastiness........
Posted on 6/9/13 at 6:35 pm to Jefferson Dawg
I heard that too, never got in one of them since
Posted on 6/9/13 at 8:21 pm to Jefferson Dawg
frick snakes. Scare the shite out if me
Posted on 6/9/13 at 8:56 pm to Jefferson Dawg
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Come to think of it. Forget the snakes.....that's pretty nasty to have been swimming around in those dirty arse plastic balls. Probably full of piss and terds and other nastiness........
Posted on 6/9/13 at 9:11 pm to Jefferson Dawg
Got two...
First one, I was about 12, maybe a little older. Was taking a shower, finished up and pulled the curtain back to grab my towel hanging on the rack right beside me. The toilet in that bathroom was right there next to the towel rack. I recall glancing at the toilet and thinking, "Why is there a black rope on top of the toilet?" Looked a bit closer, now with my towel wrapped around my waist, and saw a little pair of eyes and a tongue lashing directly at me. I, too, made some 6-year-old girl sounds as I jumped straight out of the shower and ran like hell down the hallway for my mom. She proceeded to grab an empty gallon ice cream bucket that we had around for something, marched off to the bathroom (me following closely) and herded that thing into that bucket, capped it off and took it out front where she unloaded a .38 special full of rat-shot into the snake, bucket and all. The bucket and snake were reduced to pieces.
Second one, I was about 25. My wife and I were in our first year in our new home and I happened to have fallen asleep in the middle of the living room floor watching TV. Woke up around 2:30am, stood up and glanced around the room to see a baby water moccasin slithering across the floor near my previous location. Grabbed a cake plate (the glass, pedestal type) from the kitchen and quickly capped it over the snake. Ripped the back cover of the nearby phone book off and slid it underneath the cake plate and underneath the snake, making sure there were no parts of the cake plate overhanging the book cover. Bent the edges of the cover up around the plate and taped them to it all the way around. Took the whole thing out the front door, walked across the street and set it on top of a street drain/culvert. It was too late and too dark (and me too tired to react quickly enough if it slithered in my direction upon release) to do anything with it right then. I had planned to come out the next morning and release it (cuz frankly, I respect their place in the world). Went out when I woke up to find the plate had been moved and the book cover had been taken off. Some neighborhood kids (I assume) had apparently been looking at it that morning and discovered the snake, perhaps by accident. It was lying a few inches from the plate, head crushed. Least I got my wife's cake plate back.
Never figured out how either of these things got INSIDE our homes. I think the first one came through the toilet pipes. The other, I dunno. Could have squeezed under a door.
First one, I was about 12, maybe a little older. Was taking a shower, finished up and pulled the curtain back to grab my towel hanging on the rack right beside me. The toilet in that bathroom was right there next to the towel rack. I recall glancing at the toilet and thinking, "Why is there a black rope on top of the toilet?" Looked a bit closer, now with my towel wrapped around my waist, and saw a little pair of eyes and a tongue lashing directly at me. I, too, made some 6-year-old girl sounds as I jumped straight out of the shower and ran like hell down the hallway for my mom. She proceeded to grab an empty gallon ice cream bucket that we had around for something, marched off to the bathroom (me following closely) and herded that thing into that bucket, capped it off and took it out front where she unloaded a .38 special full of rat-shot into the snake, bucket and all. The bucket and snake were reduced to pieces.
Second one, I was about 25. My wife and I were in our first year in our new home and I happened to have fallen asleep in the middle of the living room floor watching TV. Woke up around 2:30am, stood up and glanced around the room to see a baby water moccasin slithering across the floor near my previous location. Grabbed a cake plate (the glass, pedestal type) from the kitchen and quickly capped it over the snake. Ripped the back cover of the nearby phone book off and slid it underneath the cake plate and underneath the snake, making sure there were no parts of the cake plate overhanging the book cover. Bent the edges of the cover up around the plate and taped them to it all the way around. Took the whole thing out the front door, walked across the street and set it on top of a street drain/culvert. It was too late and too dark (and me too tired to react quickly enough if it slithered in my direction upon release) to do anything with it right then. I had planned to come out the next morning and release it (cuz frankly, I respect their place in the world). Went out when I woke up to find the plate had been moved and the book cover had been taken off. Some neighborhood kids (I assume) had apparently been looking at it that morning and discovered the snake, perhaps by accident. It was lying a few inches from the plate, head crushed. Least I got my wife's cake plate back.
Never figured out how either of these things got INSIDE our homes. I think the first one came through the toilet pipes. The other, I dunno. Could have squeezed under a door.
This post was edited on 6/9/13 at 9:15 pm
Posted on 6/9/13 at 9:21 pm to Jefferson Dawg
A couple of summers ago i went move some bales of hay out at my fathers place on his tractor. He had left it in the field from the evening before and I did not see the Copperhead sitting on the floor pan under the clutch pedal.
He struck at me twice above my boot, and never connected with a fang.
I know it was twice because I felt a tap first and was thinking something fell off the tractor, and when I looked to see what it was I saw him strike again.
Tractor ended up running into the ditch where I bailed out still in gear
He struck at me twice above my boot, and never connected with a fang.
I know it was twice because I felt a tap first and was thinking something fell off the tractor, and when I looked to see what it was I saw him strike again.
Tractor ended up running into the ditch where I bailed out still in gear
Posted on 6/9/13 at 10:20 pm to S1C EM
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my mom. She.... herded that thing into that bucket, capped it off and took it out front where she unloaded a .38 special full of rat-shot into the snake, bucket and all. The bucket and snake were reduced to pieces.
It's crazy, man.
You date one....and if a cricket, god forbid a roach, comes within 10 feet.......then you've got busted ear-drums from the scream and assorted puncture wounds in your back from her fingernails.
But, knock her up.......and she squeezes one out..........and a few years later.........her child is playing on the front porch alone....and yells "SNAKE!!!!!!!!"...........Well, she comes marching out with a broom and zero expression on her face.... and sweeps that black snake 20 yards into the yard like a fricking hockey player!
The Joy of Snakes...........
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