Adios Pantalones said:We're supposed to have timber rattlers in New England, but I hear they're all in one place. Glad they're still around, and glad I don't run across them.
I know one place that one was this afternoon...
I had finished up splitting the pine I got last weekend and the little bit of white oak I had left in rounds. I'd *slightly* straigtened up around the wood stacks and was putting the rakes in the garage. Mind you, our garage is kinda cluttered....really!, no kiddin'
Anyhow, I sat the rakes against the wall and something made me look down to the baseboard beside the yard tools. There it lay, thinking I hadn't seen it. Well, the closest thing I had was a flat scoop and I knew I had one shot at it or it would disappear into the clutter of the garage...where the wife washes clothes. :grrr:I took careful aim and nailed him across the back. But, he was mad and definitely still alive. I couldn't let him go so I kept him pinned donw till I could get my hands on the trusty, rusty BUSH-HOOK
! (I like snakes, but...too bad if you're a really big snake lover)Anyhow, after a few tense moments I managed to retrieve it from the clutter. It was small, around 2' long. Just a couple of rattlers. Timber rattler. Nice way to end the day.
My wife really didn't like it when I told her about the cool green snake that was in the "gap" between our house and her mother's trailer...she really ain't gonna like this...but, I gotta tell her so she'll be on the look out. I guess the dry weather is getting every thing moving and looking for food and water.
Summary: Timber Rattler + My Garage = DEAD SNAKE
Yours truly,
Ed
PS... This snake had a big stink to it, too
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I found one in the middle of a dirt road a couple of years ago and stopped to check him out. I poked him with a stick till I got him good and mad, all coiled up and shaking his tail. He was only about 3' long so I got pretty close to him and squatted down...if I turned my head a certain direction I could pick up on his rattling a *little* bit, but mostly I couldn't hear that pitch. Ain't no tellin' how many I've walked by or stepped over down in the swamp or the piney woods. I think the fact that I *didn't* hear them kept them from striking me...they didn't sense any apprehension coming from me (because I didn't hear them) so they just laid low till I passed on by. Maybe that's some fanciful thinking, but through my years I have been through some mighty snake infested places.

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