LMAO! Good one!


On Sun, 11 Sep 2005 01:19:18 -0700, John Sobieski
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Found this at http://tinyurl.com/7kgcf

I thought it cute. I'll repeat it here.
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I guess by now everyone realizes I took the day off. (too many posts) I
want to thank everone that responded to my earlier post of "A Sad Day For
Me". It does my heart good to know that there are such caring people in
this world. Thank uou all!!! My wife and I made it to the viewing today
and I had the chance to say my last goodbyes to a dear friend.

OK, true story.

My hunting buddy and I took my old boat ( a lot smaller than my present
boat ) to a lake in upstate New York. This was about 15 years ago, before I
started my own company and could actually take a vacation.

The lake was a well known passageway by canoe or when frozen over by foot
or skates. We were looking for campsites along the lake that were used by
Rogers Rangers of F&I War fame. They wore clothes with the buttons marked
RR. We had hoped to find one of these rare buttons. We didn't, but not for
lack of trying.

We landed the boat in a secluded forested and rocky area of the lake. We
agreed to fan out and hunt and meet back at the boat in an hour in the
event either of us found the signs of a camp site.

Being a long time hunter in the woods, I had come across copperheads before
but the swinging of the detector loop in front of me sent them fleeing off.
Since I was a boy scout, I was taught to never just step over a fallen
tree, just in the event a snake was laying in the shade on the other side.
No exception to the rule here either.

Anyways, I was swinging the coil I noticed a movement right at the head of
the coil. I froze and stared down. There was a rattlesnake about 3' in
front of me coiled up, head raised a bit, and the tail began to buzz.

Now here is where stupidity took over. Instead of quickly jumping backward,
I took the shovel I had in my hand and swung it sideways and lopped off the
snakes head. Then I cut it up with the edge of the shovel into a half dozen
pieces. My heart was pounding, sweat was pouring, and I was just shaking
all over.

After I had regained some of my senses, I actually thought about taking the
head back with me, boiling the tissue off, and keeping the skull as a
souveneir. But I didn't have anything that I could put the head into
without fear of accidentally getting punctured by a fang. So I left it.

Back to the boat I went.

When I got back to the boat, there was another boat that had pulled in
alongside. The other boater greeted me with a "Hello, you aren't looking
for snakes are you?" I said "No" and was just about to tell him of my
experience when he said "Good". Then he went on to say he was a
herpatologist studying rattlesnakes in the area. Uh oh I thought, time to
play it cool. We exchanged some pleasantries and he told me that
rattlesnakes were "protected" in the state. I asked him what the snake
popultion was in that area and he told me about 10 per square mile. About
then, my buddy came back to the boat. I told him to jump in because I knew
of a better place to go. Started up the engine and wished the other boater
"Good Luck".

As soon as I could get away from shore enough, I hit the throttle wide open
and zipped to another spot many miles away.

When I returned to work after the vacation, I related the story to a fellow
engineer. He had a bit of a stutter. He listened to the story and said "You
shshould have tatold him there were only nnine".

Regards,
Relic Hunter
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Regards,
SOB

--
John H

"All decisions are the result of binary thinking."