His pic of the snake got me rememberin' the days of bulletproof (snake proof too) youth... As a teen in Louisiana I did some pretty stupid (brave and brazen is what we called it then) stuff in the name of both huntin' and money makin'...
We could sell all soft shell and snapper turtles to ol' cajun folks. We also had a licensed venomous snake wrangler that would buy copperheads, rattlers and cottonmouths at the "backdoor". We knew the values and were not cheap either. For the turtles we would scuffle walk barefooted in the county ditches known as coulees. when we felt what seemed to be a turtle shell we would reach down and bring it up hoping we had it gripped in a safe place. While we did get a few bloody bites to feet and fingers, none of us lost appendages. Many bad cuts from broken beer bottles was far riskier!
We also pulled up our share of old hub caps too...
We sold these for no less than $15 bucks for a 12 incher but more often we got $25-40 bucks each.
For snake hunting, we prodded a few holes for rattlers but they didn't seem very prevalent. We did, however, have several "honey holes" for "moccs". Come a dry spell these "swamps" would dry to "pools". Literally hundreds to thousands of moccs would be stacked like slithering cord wood in a 20 foot wide ankle deep pool that had been a half acre thigh to waist deep swamp. We would get in there with old putters and/or sticks and pillow cases and lay to 'em! The snake feller would pay 10-15 bucks each on average and we would deliver 100-200 per day until he would cut us off. He gave us 20-50 bucks for the copperheads. We would take a semi rotted (good wood was too heavy to tote all day) limb about 2-2.5 inch diameter. When we seen the copperhead we gave chase and pinned his head down and grabbed him up. I remember one we had in a pickle jug and I had harrassed him thru the glass for better than hour and I dropped the jar. When it broke that sumbuck had nuttin' but hate for me and did a 180 to chase after me... My buddies about peed their pants laughin' at me! I hope ya'll got half the kick outta readin' this as I got remembering it!
Brent
We could sell all soft shell and snapper turtles to ol' cajun folks. We also had a licensed venomous snake wrangler that would buy copperheads, rattlers and cottonmouths at the "backdoor". We knew the values and were not cheap either. For the turtles we would scuffle walk barefooted in the county ditches known as coulees. when we felt what seemed to be a turtle shell we would reach down and bring it up hoping we had it gripped in a safe place. While we did get a few bloody bites to feet and fingers, none of us lost appendages. Many bad cuts from broken beer bottles was far riskier!
We also pulled up our share of old hub caps too...
We sold these for no less than $15 bucks for a 12 incher but more often we got $25-40 bucks each.
For snake hunting, we prodded a few holes for rattlers but they didn't seem very prevalent. We did, however, have several "honey holes" for "moccs". Come a dry spell these "swamps" would dry to "pools". Literally hundreds to thousands of moccs would be stacked like slithering cord wood in a 20 foot wide ankle deep pool that had been a half acre thigh to waist deep swamp. We would get in there with old putters and/or sticks and pillow cases and lay to 'em! The snake feller would pay 10-15 bucks each on average and we would deliver 100-200 per day until he would cut us off. He gave us 20-50 bucks for the copperheads. We would take a semi rotted (good wood was too heavy to tote all day) limb about 2-2.5 inch diameter. When we seen the copperhead we gave chase and pinned his head down and grabbed him up. I remember one we had in a pickle jug and I had harrassed him thru the glass for better than hour and I dropped the jar. When it broke that sumbuck had nuttin' but hate for me and did a 180 to chase after me... My buddies about peed their pants laughin' at me! I hope ya'll got half the kick outta readin' this as I got remembering it!
Brent