Yesterday morning, just after I had taken DAD Dogs Toby and CJ out of their kennels, I heard Mercy and
Gypsy barking out in the woods not far away. Mercy’s bark had a rather shrill tone to it, what we
call her “snake bark”. She’s been bitten by copperheads a couple of times and now hates
snakes with a passion.
Relatively unconcerned, I walked through the
undergrowth on a direct path towards her. When I got closer, I could see that she and
Gypsy were standing on the walking path we had made through the woods. Going back to the path would be
an easier walk, so I decided to go back and walk that way.
put CJ up as well as Bonnie and Pip as I didn’t need them to get bitten (Toby was still safely out on his chain).
Then I went to get the machete. Mercy and Gypsy were still barking at the same spot, so I knew the
snake hadn’t moved.
got within about 40 yards of them when I started to hear an eerie rattling. I continued up the path.
When I got closer I saw a huge snake with a cross section of at least 5 inches. So, I’m thinking
someone’s pet python had gotten loose. But I can’t dismiss the rattling. I
look closer and see a rattle buzzing and a large, triangular head. Rattlesnake. The
large portion I saw was due to the snake having consumed something big.
Needless to say, my heart
started pounding (I also said a very bad word, sorry Mom). My machete now looked very, very small.
I quickly returned to the house and retrieved my .38 and a pocket full of bullets.
Returning, I could tell that Mercy hadn’t moved.
The snake had eaten such a big meal that it could not move. The tail buzzed. I
shot at the head. I saw the ferns near the snake move with the concussion of the bullet, but the head was
still intact, to my dismay. My hand was shaking too much to properly aim.
I shot at the swollen area of the belly. The snake seemed to react, but
I saw no wound. So, I emptied the remaining bullets and then reloaded as the snake still seemed unaffected.
Then I saw blood on the ground when the snake
moved back and forth. I HAD been hitting it, but the holes made by a .38 are small. I
guess in my mind I was wanting huge holes closer to the size of Dad’s .45.
After it was dead enough
for me, I took a garden rake and carried it to the house. I put it in the back of my truck and texted my
Me: OMG! I JUST KILLED A ******* RATTLESNAKE!!
you kill him?
Me: It’s a ******* RATTLESNAKE! He’s capable of killing Bonnie!
I’m still shakin
M: K. Take pics &/or save his body. I wanna see him.
so. Later we dissected the body and found a partially digested fox squirrel.
Thus ended my adventure. ….whew….