AKA Copperhead. Now he’s a Notmuchofahead, courtesy 5 shots from my .22 pistol. I gotta buy a shotgun.
He was out by the woodpile, stuck in the birdnetting we have over the blackberry bush. Mrs. Sidemeat was mowing the lawn about 18 inches away from him when she spotted him and heard him rattle his tail. She came in the house and said “Hey JB, check out this snake”. Zoiks!
3 Comments
July 1, 2009 at 7:45 am
How did it taste?
If you want that shotgun, you had better buy it soon.
July 2, 2009 at 10:18 am
looks like you killed him till he was dead from it.
July 2, 2009 at 10:42 am
I believe in thoroughness eric. {8^)