Whatever. That's like saying you carry a firearm (concealed or open) because you're scared.I knew a guy (de died) who was so snake phobic he couldn't even look at a photo of a snake.
Those of you with the snake 'kill em all, let gawd sort em out' mentality have a bit of this phobia going on.......
I knew a guy (de died) who was so snake phobic he couldn't even look at a photo of a snake.
Those of you with the snake 'kill em all, let gawd sort em out' mentality have a bit of this phobia going on.......
You need to kill the feral cats.History Lesson:
As am so damned old, I was killing moccasins before the 1958 widespread use of herbicides (yes, herbicides, not DDT) decimated our reptiles and amphibians in the rice-growing parts of the Gulf States' coastal regions.
I have missed thousands of snakes with revolvers & 1911's. A combination of a long stick for those nearby, and a .22 carbine for others works much better for me.
As for "letting them be", we have ten curious grand-kid visitors who aren't too snake-savvy on our rural acreage. I kill every venomous snake I can, if on my own property. There are plenty feral cats, king snakes, and indigo snakes to control our rats.
One of our most fun off-season sports back before '58, was to go "snake hunting". Four teen boys, or if lucky with some girls, would take an old pickup with external fenders, boat cushions, an ice chest, a wooden crate of .22LR's, and our ole Iron sight .22 rifles.
Every 100 shots fired, as counted by the chick in back who passed out ammo & coldbeer, would be time for a rotation: Passer-outer to driver, driver to left fender, left to right, right fender to passer-outer. Discipline was like on a range, excepting the coldbeer.
A typical weekend afternoon would chalk up some 2,000+ moccasins dead in our roadside ditches and small irrigation canals. Occasionally, in cooler weather, we'd use horses for our snake shooting instead of pickups.
Those who came later just can't even imagine the massive numbers of moccasins we had to shoot.
It was not rare for me to kill 100 from a small canal bridge, without moving. When shot-at, they'd submerge; but they's have to come up to breathe. The tiny heads, from 40' to 75' made for excellent riflery practice.
To this day, folks will ask "Why are you so sad all the time?" They are referring to my habit of walking with my head down. I must explain that, from when & where I came, I learned to carefully observe where to put my foot next to avoid a snakebite.
Yes, I always carry a handgun, everywhere, but it is not for snakes.
I hope y'all enjoyed hearing about "Old times along the Coast".
leVieux
As am so damned old, I was killing moccasins before the 1958 widespread use of herbicides (yes, herbicides, not DDT) decimated our reptiles and amphibians in the rice-growing parts of the Gulf States' coastal regions.
I agree 100%. My late Dad always taught that.You need to kill the feral cats.
No shovels, guns or suppressors in Louisiana.I agree 100%. My late Dad always taught that.
But, the do-gooder's have made it illegal here in Louisiana.
Abuse of "domestic animals". But we know them as quail killers!
leVieux
Who's going to tell. Cat died of lead poisoning. How did he get lead poisoning? Being on my property.
Caution: Don't use the kind of gig that has barbs. Once you get a snake on it, it may be tough to get it off.
Shot a water moccasin once with a bow. Thought I was pretty clever. Then realized that I couldn't retrieve my arrow until the damn thing died.
^^^THIS^^^So, have you ever considered just ignoring them and let them do their job?
You know , eating the rodents that get into your house and chew electrical wiring, shit Hantavirus and piss in your insulation?
Easiest way to not get snakebit is don’t mess with them.
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