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| A lot of green -- and the poppies |
Snakes are
plentiful this year. Shirley Jean saw two rattlesnakes.
Ina
Dobson, 1933
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| A sluggish rattlesnake |
I
did something that many – perhaps most – would approve. I killed a rattlesnake.
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| A doe at the Plank place |
Mike
had gone for an exercise ride on his mountain bike. I was working in my newly
fenced garden while the dogs played nearby in the south field. We had seen a
sluggish rattlesnake in the lane last night, and it crossed my mind that dogs
playing in the field might not be a good idea. They gradually worked closer to
the yard, and when they came to the weedy/grassy area between the yard and the
field, I noticed Bess go into hunting mode and assumed she was after a rodent. Then
I heard the tell-tale rattle. Taking my spade with me, I found my way out of
the fence, calling both dogs as I went. Keeping the dogs behind me and following the sound of the still-agitated
snake, I located it in the grass.
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| Bess practices a classic point |
I
cogitated for a while as to what course of action to take. Weighing all
considerations, especially that Mike wasn’t available, I killed that snake with
the little spade Daddy Dobson gave me all those 40 years ago.
And
that was that.
2 comments:
Wow!! You have my admiration for certain! I've just recently become brave enough to kill sluggish bees; a rattlesnake would send me running for my life.
Pretty scary stuff, but I do worry about the dogs. Those short hairs tend to learn the hard way about rattlers and porcupines.
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