and it was dusk, almost dark. We had just returned home from the day at Daytona Beach. As my little doggie is walking along, as she always does, in between the small boulders that are set up around the park as barriers to keep vehicles out of this one certain area, when suddenly she abruptly stops and then hastily turns while looking behind her with that "Oh oh!" look on her little face. She was about four steps ahead of me, so I hurried the pace as I drew my .38 snub nose loaded with snake shot. Sure enough, there it was, a dark black water mocassin, only about a foot long, but fat as can be. Making sure my little doggie wasn't in the line of fire, I drew a good sight picture and pulled the trigger. The snake twisted and flipper and squirmed as I coaxed my pooch back to the house. After getting her back in the house I grabbed a flashlight and went back to that spot. That snake was still squirming, and it kind of ticked me off that it was still breathing. I picked up a handful of fine gravel and tossed it at him and he immediately turned his head in my direction, so I knew he was still able to hurt someone or something, so I shot him again. He stopped moving this time. I HATE A POISONOUS SNAKE!
Although it was dark, and admittedly my eyes ain't as good as they used to be, especially in low light conditions, I am a little perturbed that it took 2 shots with snake shot to do what I otherwise only need one shot to accomplish.
And then my daughter says to me "Dad, you know you're already old already!"
Thanks honey..........I love you too!
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