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Originally Posted by JAFO  We have a lot of whats called pygmy rattlers around here. About 6-8 inches long the xxxx things look just like pine or rotting bark. I've had two run ins with them in the last 8 months.
I actually had one strike the toe of my shoe and have one fang hang up in the leather. Fortunately it didn't penetrate. But I did have to pull the xxxx thing off my shoe. The second time I reached to move a downed pine limb and had one actually strike my thumb nail and skid off. Scared the xxxx out of me. While not life threatening, they can cause the loss of a finger or toe or a fairly decent portion of soft tissue.
Xxxx, if its poisonous and crawls, we probably have it in northern Florida. |
Hey JAFO, was just wondering if these little critters you have there might be baby timber rattlers? I once saw a snake show on t.v. which explained how baby rattlers are particularly dangerous because of the amount of venom they inject when they bite. The big ones just give a quick little squirt, not all of it as they know to conserve their ammo. The little ones though, well they aint so smart yet and they just latch on and give all they've got all at once.
Around here believe it or not, being so far north, we have in these parts what is said to be the most venomous of all the rattlers, the massasauga rattle snake which is also the smallest usually 25 inches or so and rare. I have never seen one and I aint- a- goin' lookin' niether! They are protected by law so you can't kill 'em. Around here such vermin gets the 22 gun salute such as a coon that was snooping around the yard in broad daylight and did'nt care people were around and a fox that was really acting odd. I pulled in one night and found this fox next to my deck chewing on an empty milk jug. I walked right up to the edge of the deck and told it to SCRAM! No response from the fox, just kept right on a-chewin' and never looked up.I went in the house, got my trusty shooitn' iron and came back out. Still there, still gnawing on that plastic jug. Pop. Done. And a whole gallon of bleach on the little puddle of blood it left. Then on the shovel to the firepit along with the jug for the cremation. The instant my headlights swung into the driveway that fox should have been G-O-N-E but it never so much as looked up once, just kept on biting that plastic jug. That fox looked perfectly healthy, in fact in was quite a nice looking fox. Too bad. Dan
