Ugh, it had to be snakes. I don’t even want to be close to snake skin boots.
Too many encounters with the things. Y’all know a few from previous posts. Had a 6’ racer fly up and smack me between the eyes and his cousin did figure eights around my feet, etc. The kitties love dropping live wigglies at my feet.
In a remote corner of New Mexico I was walking through some grass after a hunt. I was close enough to be talking to my buddy who was sitting on the back tailgate of his truck. It was a skinny buggy whip type rattler, maybe 3 feet long. I levitated straight up until the soles of my boots were about 5 feet off the ground, flew about 6 feet sideways, and let out a girl sound I didn’t even know I could make. By some miracle I didn’t get bit. At least they didn’t release cobras and mambas out into the Everglades.
“Too many encounters with the things. Y’all know a few from previous posts. Had a 6’ racer fly up and smack me between the eyes and his cousin did figure eights around my feet, etc. The kitties love dropping live wigglies at my feet.”
I’ve been chased by them and they are mean! Stepped on a Copperhead when I was squirrel hunting and that was a dance too.