A story that I thought you would get a kick out of (everyone else has).
Why I can't ride my Harley. As you know I am new at this board and bought my first Harley on the 1st of October.
On the morning of October 20th at 4:00 am in China Spring TX (just north of Waco). My little Jack Russel Terrier starting going crazy. Barking his head off. I thought someone was in the house and coming down the hall since the dog was right outside my bedroom door (he sleeps in my sons room).
I opened my bedroom door and stepped out into the hall, expecting to come eye to eye with an intruder.
Instead what I did was stepped on a rattlesnake that my dog had pushed up against my bedroom door. I knew I stepped on a snake and about then I felt the prick of its fangs hit my foot. It hit my toe. I pulled away, turned on the light, saw the snake and worked it into the dressing area of the master bathroom. My son brought me a golf club ( 5 iron Taylormade) and I smacked the snake one time and gut its head off about 4 inches from the head.
I have handled snakes all my life and have always liked snakes so the shock of being bit was nowhere near what it would have been had I been normal (freaked out by snakes). So I put the snake in a bag, got dressed, even grabbed a couple of sausage biscuits, got into our van, and my wife drove me to emergency 30 miles away. I called 911 on the way and told them what happened and to inform the hospital. They were waiting at the door when we pulled up. All of them. They all wanted to see the snakebite victim.
Why I can't ride my Harley. As you know I am new at this board and bought my first Harley on the 1st of October.
On the morning of October 20th at 4:00 am in China Spring TX (just north of Waco). My little Jack Russel Terrier starting going crazy. Barking his head off. I thought someone was in the house and coming down the hall since the dog was right outside my bedroom door (he sleeps in my sons room).
I opened my bedroom door and stepped out into the hall, expecting to come eye to eye with an intruder.
Instead what I did was stepped on a rattlesnake that my dog had pushed up against my bedroom door. I knew I stepped on a snake and about then I felt the prick of its fangs hit my foot. It hit my toe. I pulled away, turned on the light, saw the snake and worked it into the dressing area of the master bathroom. My son brought me a golf club ( 5 iron Taylormade) and I smacked the snake one time and gut its head off about 4 inches from the head.
I have handled snakes all my life and have always liked snakes so the shock of being bit was nowhere near what it would have been had I been normal (freaked out by snakes). So I put the snake in a bag, got dressed, even grabbed a couple of sausage biscuits, got into our van, and my wife drove me to emergency 30 miles away. I called 911 on the way and told them what happened and to inform the hospital. They were waiting at the door when we pulled up. All of them. They all wanted to see the snakebite victim.