The latest in the franchise: “Snakes on the Farm”. :eek:
It is rather dry in AR now, I wonder if that causes snakes to move about.
He uses a handgun? The must be very good. Those of you with the crush, bear that in mind.
I took a whole magazine to kill a copperhead with a pistol. I’d wounded it on the first round, and it as wriggling when one finally got close enough to concuss that nasty little reptilian brain.
Those who can’t shoot shouldn’t. 
Followed by another sequel, “Pythons in the Sewer”.
Not necessarily. I’ve seen handgun rounds loaded with “snake shot” for situations like this.
He knows his way around guns, I assure you.
Leave the blacksnakes alone! They’ll take care of your mice and rats. And they won’t do you a bit of harm; though the reverse is pretty obviously not true.
I’m in the middle of 83 acres, so more or less are my neighbors on three sides, and I know it when they’re shooting at something.
(Which is not unusual around here, whether the something is targets or whatever there’s a season open on. If your neighbors don’t care, it’s far more likely to be because you’re in that sort of neighborhood than because you’re on 90 acres.)
It’s very wet down here.
One side of us is state owned land. Not sure how many acres, but it’s huge. The other side is Mr.Wrekkers hunting lease land from a timber company, it’s 300 acres or close. No one is complaining about him shooting.
We built out here because neighbors bothered me. Not the reverse. Coz, I’m nice:)
Mr.Wrekker called me to the kitchen with this question “How do YOU cook bacon without making a splattery mess?” In other words “Cook bacon, woman!” As I did not want that splattery mess I did, indeed cook his bacon. (When is he going back to the lake house? I ponder, while cooking.)
I fixed him up with a BLT and a glass of Tea. I decide to sit with him while he eats. I ask him how things were going. He said, between bites, “Snakes!”
I ask him did he get the big one down by the pond. He nodded yes. No more words. Hmmm?
When he was finished he said “The one by the pond was a 2ft cottonmouth”
Holy, mother of god. Jesus H. Christ, and a few apostles!!!
He got up and walked out to his barn/office.
I said one word under my breath:
Snakes!!
I would say that although he is not a conversationalist, Mr. Beckdawrek is a Keeper.
Because, snakes.
Surely you know that in our beloved Arkansas, a two foot cottonmouth is relatively small. Are you…not from around here? :dubious:
In Virginia it would’ve been a baby. But there you knocked logs off the logpile with a hoe rather than your hand because of the copperheads. As Bwana Wrekker knows, a hoe is a multipurpose tool when dealing with snakes.
It’s big enough.
We spent the night in Dumas. (A town name that virtually begs for mispronunciation.) And I did wave.
I’m now in Louisiana, home of the drive-through daiquiri. I hope to try one tomorrow.
You probably came right by my house. Get a drive thru ‘hurricane’, they’re better. Stop by Ruston the lil’wrekker lives there. Mid-daughter is in ‘Nawlins’
Eat peaches if you see them for sale. It’s peach season.
I’m in Australia where the ‘black snakes’ are all venomous, so you don’t wanna be messing with them no-sirree.
Recently moved from the deep south-east of Aus to the hot and dusty north-west, and last weekend went for a jaunt to a beach on the Indian Ocean instead of my more familiar Pacific. We clambered over some dunes to sight some amazing rock and coral formations, lots of fresh oysters and…snake trails. :eek:
Da fuq? Once I noticed the first one, it became apparent that the tracks were damned everywhere through the dunes and right down to the shoreline.
Now I’m not normally worried about snakes (only ever seen about a dozen in the wild despite living in places where snakes are rampant) but trudging through those dunes back to the car I definitely had my wits about me and wished I had eyes in the back of my head!!
But Mister Wrekker killing 50 in what, a couple of days? That is dinkum nightmare stuff.
Zombies.
It’s crazy as hell. I raised countless animals and 3 kids, and I have 4 grandkids. They have clamored allover this place. We’ve seen the odd snake. Killed a few in the barn or chicken pen. One time one was on the front porch wrapped around a wreath. I’ve had many hours on that pond with kids and dogs, fishing and swimming. Never seen a snake there before. Game warden came out and looked around with Mr.Wrekker. He had no suggestions except stay out of their way. He told him to kill any that were venomous or being a threat in any way.
ETA I feel like I’m living in the portal of hell!
Come over to Downunder Beck! Mister Wrekker would be in his element here. 