I told him it was payback for being stupid enough to go looking for them to begin with.
Amen brother!
I'm not a snake lover! To me, a good snake is a dead snake. I do not like them and don't want to be around ANY snake.
I’m not a snake lover either. However, I won’t necessarily shoot them on site.
A couple months ago I was out on my land cutting down the weeds with a weed whacker along the north fence line. One area in particular has some stringy bushes that grow through the barbed wire which are too heavy to get cut down with the trimmer. When I got next to the bushes, I glanced up and there it was… the worst part is being startled; a snake, sitting in the bushes, at about chest height, probably three feet away, staring at me.
I immediately stepped back, set down the weed whacker and drew my 1911. The first three shots loaded in the mag we’re snake shot, the last five shots were people shot, I was ready for this bastard. I had him beaded, safety off, and finger ON the trigger, ready to go. And then I paused. I didn't fire, I just stood there for a second looking at him. It’s not a rattlesnake, that much I know. So I took a step to the left to get a better look at him and he turned his head to watch me go to the left. Took a step to the right, same thing.
He’s kind of cute. Wait a minute! Did I just say a snake was cute? I must be getting’ soft in my old age. Put the safety on, gun back in the holster, picked up the weed whacker and went home.
Don’t know what kind of snake he was, he had red and black stripes, but the lines between the stripes we’re NOT well defined. He had no other colors. This took place in southern Kalifornia. Maybe one of you snake people would know what he was.