The time I got hit or my pants leg got hit, still not sure what really happened, just know it scared the crap out of me.
I was 15, working on a farm, outside of Kennedy one summer, as a summer job. In the afternoons, the old farmer said I could go hunt jackrabbits or whatever. So I hunted jackrabbits and tried to shoot ground squirrels. Turns out they are faster than a 22 LR, when the 22 has to travel 100 ish yards.
The old farmer warmed me and his son about rattlers all the time. He and his wife killed many of them. He told me I did not have to worry about rattlers in the costal fields, the rattlers could not get around in the coastal, he hardly ever saw a rattler in the costal. But watch out for them in the corn field and Johnson grass. So I was walking across one of his costal fields, carrying my 20 ga., as I was walking over a furrow. I stepped on something that rolled under my right foot. As my left foot was in the air to step forward, my right foot was sliding forward, because something was under my foot. I basically started to fall backwards, as this was happening, I heard a very fast buzz, then heard and felt a loud pop on the back of my right calf.
I somehow managed to jump forward off of my right foot as I was falling backwards. I hit the ground spun around to shoot the snake and there was no snake. I looked around in the coastal, no snake. Then I realized when I was falling backwards, I was on top of the furrow, I realized the top of the furrow was about 30 ft. away. I looked on the top of the furrow, there was my rattler, coiled up tall and looking very mad. I did not hesitate, I blasted him into two pieces. Then went and looked at him. Then set the shotgun down and looked at my right leg. I had two red spots on the back of my right leg, just below the large muscle of my calf. So I started to panic, then it did not take long and my right leg started to hurt.
As I walked back up to the house, my leg started to hurt more and more. I got back to the trailer I was staying in. Then remembered that Mr. Johnson and his wife had gone for the week to visit their son. Then I started to panic a bit more. This place was about 10 miles west of Kennedy. There were no other farm houses around, that I could see. There were not cars or trucks around. Now days, I realize there were a couple of tractors around, but it never crossed my mind back then. My leg was hurting from top to bottom. I kept expecting it to start swelling up pretty badly soon, but it never did.
I kept thinking I should try and find a way into the Johnson's house and use there phone to call for a ambulance. But I could not find anyway in, without breaking a window. I determined one of the windows in the kitchen door would cost the least to replace and be the easiest way in the house. So I kept watching my leg, expecting things to get worse, but they never did, so I did not break into the house and call for help. By some time that night, most of the pain in my leg had subsided. It was still sore the next day, but nothing like the hours after, I got hit or my pants leg got hit. Really don't know what happened.
I was 15, working on a farm, outside of Kennedy one summer, as a summer job. In the afternoons, the old farmer said I could go hunt jackrabbits or whatever. So I hunted jackrabbits and tried to shoot ground squirrels. Turns out they are faster than a 22 LR, when the 22 has to travel 100 ish yards.
The old farmer warmed me and his son about rattlers all the time. He and his wife killed many of them. He told me I did not have to worry about rattlers in the costal fields, the rattlers could not get around in the coastal, he hardly ever saw a rattler in the costal. But watch out for them in the corn field and Johnson grass. So I was walking across one of his costal fields, carrying my 20 ga., as I was walking over a furrow. I stepped on something that rolled under my right foot. As my left foot was in the air to step forward, my right foot was sliding forward, because something was under my foot. I basically started to fall backwards, as this was happening, I heard a very fast buzz, then heard and felt a loud pop on the back of my right calf.
I somehow managed to jump forward off of my right foot as I was falling backwards. I hit the ground spun around to shoot the snake and there was no snake. I looked around in the coastal, no snake. Then I realized when I was falling backwards, I was on top of the furrow, I realized the top of the furrow was about 30 ft. away. I looked on the top of the furrow, there was my rattler, coiled up tall and looking very mad. I did not hesitate, I blasted him into two pieces. Then went and looked at him. Then set the shotgun down and looked at my right leg. I had two red spots on the back of my right leg, just below the large muscle of my calf. So I started to panic, then it did not take long and my right leg started to hurt.
As I walked back up to the house, my leg started to hurt more and more. I got back to the trailer I was staying in. Then remembered that Mr. Johnson and his wife had gone for the week to visit their son. Then I started to panic a bit more. This place was about 10 miles west of Kennedy. There were no other farm houses around, that I could see. There were not cars or trucks around. Now days, I realize there were a couple of tractors around, but it never crossed my mind back then. My leg was hurting from top to bottom. I kept expecting it to start swelling up pretty badly soon, but it never did.
I kept thinking I should try and find a way into the Johnson's house and use there phone to call for a ambulance. But I could not find anyway in, without breaking a window. I determined one of the windows in the kitchen door would cost the least to replace and be the easiest way in the house. So I kept watching my leg, expecting things to get worse, but they never did, so I did not break into the house and call for help. By some time that night, most of the pain in my leg had subsided. It was still sore the next day, but nothing like the hours after, I got hit or my pants leg got hit. Really don't know what happened.
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