Walking to one of my outbuildings about an hour ago. Put my foot down on a baby copperhead just as I saw him and did quite the dance. Didn't know I could still move like that or jump that high.
He was on a concrete sidewalk, so I had to wait for him to crawl off in the dirt only to miss him three or four times with the Glock. Got him and his sister before I emptied the G42.
By then, help had shown up with a maglite and a shotgun. It was loaded with buckshot so the next 3 belly-crawlers were sent to meet their maker in very small pieces.
I reloaded the 12 gauge with birdshot and started hunting. I got 8 total in the next fifteen minutes. Recovered five partials.
These were all in the fenced part of my yard where the dogs are during the day. I wasn't too eager to wade through the grass to recover the bits and pieces. I'll be picking up snake parts, shotgun hulls, and shell-casings tomorrow.
Watch out. Belly-crawlers abound.
He was on a concrete sidewalk, so I had to wait for him to crawl off in the dirt only to miss him three or four times with the Glock. Got him and his sister before I emptied the G42.
By then, help had shown up with a maglite and a shotgun. It was loaded with buckshot so the next 3 belly-crawlers were sent to meet their maker in very small pieces.
I reloaded the 12 gauge with birdshot and started hunting. I got 8 total in the next fifteen minutes. Recovered five partials.
These were all in the fenced part of my yard where the dogs are during the day. I wasn't too eager to wade through the grass to recover the bits and pieces. I'll be picking up snake parts, shotgun hulls, and shell-casings tomorrow.
Watch out. Belly-crawlers abound.