@psycoskunk Said
I think that should be your custom title. 'Slayer of Snattel Rakes.' That way people'll know you mean business.
Yeah, well... it's a gift, heheh... *Nervous laugh.*
I've had two close encounters with snattel rakes in my life so far (not close as in I almost got bitten, but I was fairly close to them). One of the times I was with my dad looking for cool rocks for the pond he wanted to fix in the backyard and he went up further while I just hung back and enjoyed the view. I found the one shady spot on the rocky hillside and was just chilling there when I noticed a rake slither up near where my dad went ahead. It was just looking for shade too, but it stopped about 3 meters away because it noticed my presence and we sort of just stared at each other for 5 minutes before it turned back and went the other way.
The other time was a bit more serious as there was one near a nature trail when my aunt and her friend came up to visit and it tried to lunge at my aunt. It was too far away to get her, but it probably did it as a warning because we definitely couldn't see it in the tall, brown grass and it was just coiled up nearby. I whipped a rock near its head to startle it and it immediately slithered back into the bushes. Those damn rakes are crafty sometimes.
I have never been closer then a shovel handle to one of any size
One morning when my daughter was about 8 years old she decided to help me with my morning chores. One of the milk cows had a bay calf ,that morning the babies face was all swollen and two small puncture wounds on it's nose told the tale.
I was sitting there milking while my kid leaned up against my shoulder , we were doing what girls do best , running off at the mouth about everything and nothing when I happened to look down and my kid is standing on a baby snattle rake , it's head was under one boot while it's tail was under her other boot, that is why we didn't hear it, let me tell you , this mama just about s*** (for reals) her pants. the bucket of milk went flying across the corrals that poor milk cow gave a huge grunt when I kicked out away from her, taking my kid with me. the other 2 cows waiting their turns in the stanchion went haywire and tried to jump the gate , all this time my kid is still clueless and the look on her face said " okay, mom has totally lost it someone please call the the nice young men in the clean white coats " I'm trying to stomp that baby snake into mush while its still under the milk cow , the poor cow is locked in the stanchion ,,,
well you probably get the picture.,,
after the snake is mush and my kid gets a clue ,my knees are still knocking and my jaw is still locked . That poor cow lets out a huge cow fart and just pisses all over my feet and the dead snake.
You haven't lived until a very upset milk cow farts in your face and pisses on your boots to show her displeasure.
My kid starts laughing as kids will do , which starts me laughing , i just said "f*** it' let the cows out ,hoped the baby would be okay and we went to the house .
The baby lived to grow up and have lots of babies of her own. My daughter and myself never again just assumed a snake had left the location just because it didn't jump up and wave at us,,,
i thought my granddad wasgoing to have a strok while he listened to my kid tell him why we came back to the house with out a bucket or any milk and the cows were headed out to the pasture.
Grand dad really did try really hard not ROFLMAO at her tale in front of us.
BTW, that snake was about 5 inches long .