Last Sunday, I was relaxing in my pick-up truck with the lovely Mrs. Hydrant. We were passing a 40oz. bottle of Budweiser back and fourth when I noticed a snake emerging from the Lantana in the front yard. At first I thought it was my pet gopher snake. But then, even with my old eyes, and from a distance, I could see that it was a Diamondback rattler. So......I. stumbled from the truck, and approached the enemy. There we stood. Or I should say, there I stood and he lay. Eye-to-eye. MOTIONLESS! Calm as could be, I called out to the aforementioned Mrs. Hydrant, the lovely one, to fetch me that good sized rock over yonder under that orange tree. Obedient as always she did just as I commanded. She handed me the rock. Then.....then....never taking my eyes off the serpent, and with the serpent never taking his little black eyes off my baby blues....it was a STANDOFF! Slowly, slowly, I took aim. Result? Rock to the brainpan=dead rattler. Poor thing never did "rattle." But it was a rattler. Dead or alive he was still a rattler. Better him than me. Pass the bottle.
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If a rattler does not rattle... It may be a copperhead....
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As my wife says, if I was in the forest and there was no one else there, I would still be wrong!
Some rattlers are non-venomous. Nice coin.
Ha! That's been my sig line since day 1, lol.
"If I say something in the woods and my wife isn't there to hear it.....am I still wrong?"
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Yes, just no one can hear it.
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The last owner had that one fixed.
Yes, It's still a rattler
No, since there is no one around to hear it.
Last Sunday, I was relaxing in my pick-up truck with the lovely Mrs. Hydrant. We were passing a 40oz. bottle of Budweiser back and fourth when I noticed a snake emerging from the Lantana in the front yard. At first I thought it was my pet gopher snake. But then, even with my old eyes, and from a distance, I could see that it was a Diamondback rattler. So......I. stumbled from the truck, and approached the enemy. There we stood. Or I should say, there I stood and he lay. Eye-to-eye. MOTIONLESS! Calm as could be, I called out to the aforementioned Mrs. Hydrant, the lovely one, to fetch me that good sized rock over yonder under that orange tree. Obedient as always she did just as I commanded. She handed me the rock. Then.....then....never taking my eyes off the serpent, and with the serpent never taking his little black eyes off my baby blues....it was a STANDOFF! Slowly, slowly, I took aim. Result? Rock to the brainpan=dead rattler. Poor thing never did "rattle." But it was a rattler. Dead or alive he was still a rattler. Better him than me. Pass the bottle.