Got off work today and hurried out to catch a few snakes before sun down. On my way out to my huntin grounds I thought "They'll be pretty heated up by now. Maybe stop by the house and get your snake boots on." Then I thought "No, by the time I get em laced up I'll decide I'm hungry or somethin and I'll waste an hour messing around." So I just wore my work boots. Hunted in them tons of times. I was out there lookin around for about 20 minutes and looked in a hole because I thought I seen something in it. Bent down to get a better look. Apparently the big dried up thistle I stepped in had more than just grass under it. A rattlesnake struck straight up and I looked down just in time to see it hit my jeans right above my boot. I stepped back and caught it. As I pulled it out I seen another one move. There wasn't just one, but two snakes under that thistle.
I walked another 40 yards or so and saw the venom spots on my jeans. My mind started playing tricks on me then. I had to pull my pant leg up and check for holes. At which point I said out loud "Trying to save time huh? Good call dummy." Good thing I wear relaxed fit jeans. Son of a gun.
Note to self, when you think you should wear snake boots you should wear snake boots, stupid. For someone that hates going to the hospital I sure do things that could put me there quite often.
I walked another 40 yards or so and saw the venom spots on my jeans. My mind started playing tricks on me then. I had to pull my pant leg up and check for holes. At which point I said out loud "Trying to save time huh? Good call dummy." Good thing I wear relaxed fit jeans. Son of a gun.
Note to self, when you think you should wear snake boots you should wear snake boots, stupid. For someone that hates going to the hospital I sure do things that could put me there quite often.
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