Posted on 09/09/2018 1:42:24 PM PDT by bgill
That’s why you shoot, shovel and shut up
“Deliverance was a Boorman fantasy
Hillbillies are the least likely man rapers of any demographic”
You know, I haven’t ever given that much thought, but I think you hit the nail on the head. You might wind up dead from them, for any number of reasons. Maybe being somewhere you shouldn’t and seeing something they didn’t want you to. But I bet you’d be hard pressed to find a man raping case there among the hillbillies.
Oh, yes. I remember that! However, Mineral Point is SOUTH of me. My argument for staying put stands, LOL!
Oh my!
I found a baby copperhead in the guest room last month.
I had an 18-inch copperhead in my garage shop, in between the cardboard boxes on the floor underneath the bench. No easy way to get at it. Finally got a pellet pistol and started shooting. Finally got a hit on his head. He was rattling his tail on the cardboard box so he kind of sounded like a rattler. I’ve been told that the young ones are particularly dangerous. Two fatal cases here in Missouri involved fairly small snakes.
That’s too close!
Dang! Prayers for your Mom!
Indeed we do. The wife of a fellow in another group got bit by a diamondback when she got out of her car after parking in the driveway. Fortunately it was a dry bite. Yesterday I killed a rather large bark scorpion out near my grill. Since I have been in Az, about 8.5 years the wife and I have killed well over a hundred scorps. Haven’t seen a rattler myself but will dispatch same when I do. It is only a matter of time.
Miss Kitty brought in some kind of snake. It was wrapped around her several times. By the time she unwrapped it and dropped it in the living room, I’d decided not to let loose with a gun and opted for granny’s heavy cast iron skillet. A couple weeks later, the neighbor lady sheepishly asked if Mr. b and I had been fighting because she heard me hollering, “Die, die, die, you _____!” Ha, no just killing a snake. Miss Kitty became an indoor cat after that.
The same neighbor thought her son was playing a joke on her when she spied a snake on the mantle. It wasn’t a rubber snake when she went to grab it.
Now days, with all the cats, they come and go freely inside and out. Such cute things bring me snakes and bugs several times a day and drop them at my bare feet. Look, ma, I brought you a present!
I agree with your step-dad. The only good snake is a dead one.
Shot, shovel and shut up.
At this very moment I can see 9 Diamondbacks out on the field not far from where I am sitting
Out at the family farm, we’d just driven in and mother rushed ahead to the bathroom. Two seconds later, she rushed back out hollering about a snake in the toilet. Grandpa and I went in there and didn’t see anything. The house was old so the floors shook which moved the water in the old rusty toilet. We told her she just saw shadows in the water but she kept complaining. Finally, grandpa poured a container of gas down the toilet - his answer to everything - and said that’d take care of anything down it. A bunch of white gunk started floating up so I sat down on the floor and propped my chin on my arm on the seat to watch the gunk (simple minds) when all of a sudden a 6 foot racer shot out and hit me smack between the eyes. I jumped up and ran to the living room screaming with the snake after me. Mother came down the hall and saw it so ran and jumped on the coffee table. Grandpa, who is never scared of anything, was hollering for someone to shut the door and ran outside to get the hoe. Prim and proper Mother who is appalled at four letter words let loose with a whole stream telling him to shut the_______ door himself. The gas had made the snake crazy so it was literally climbing the walls and came out from under the large gap at the bottom of the door and headed to us. Whew, grandpa finally took care of it and admitted he’d been hearing something in the toilet at night and had put a rock on it to keep the lid shut.
Another time, I was trying to lock up the house which had a half dozen locks on it because no one lived there permanently anymore. A storm was kicking up and the wind was blowing the old screen door against my leg. I had an armful of wire clothes hangers which were in danger of falling and the screen had caught on my pant leg so I kept kicking at it and grabbing hangers. Finally, got the house locked and bent down to unhook my pants. It wasn’t the screen. It was another danged 6 foot racer who’d been doing figure eights around my legs. Don’t ask how I got loose from him and to the car but one second I was on the porch and the next thing I remember I was at the car and he was slowing going under the porch.
It’s all those libs moving to their mecca in Austin. Leander is now practically part of Austin with all the new builds. Commuters are now as far a 2 hours outside of the city.
Nothing like that adrenaline rush to get moving
Not if no one knows.
A cooperhead sneaked up and bit hubby who didn’t know it was anywhere around. Thankfully, it was a dry bite.
Hugs to her.
Fried rattlesnake.
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