ASAP...what kind of snake is this?
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accuratehorn
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Don't worry about a thing. Sharks love to eat swimming snakes.
MaduroUTMB
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If I could I would go back in time and kill it before it came in your house. I would do that for you.
I have seen Rattlers swim before and while they are not as graceful as a Moc, it is spooky. Moc's are distinctive in that they swim totally on the water as if they were floating. They can freaking get after it too. Water Snakes will have their head up out of the water. While they can motor too they don't look as menacing.
My grandmothers place was infested with snakes of all kinds but tons and tons of moc's. She lived at a marina of Lake Livingston in Riverside Harbor. Very close by was the Ellis Unit, aka Death Row for all the really bad dudes in prison. They would stock the area with snakes and such to try to deter guys from going that route when they tried to escape.
Attemped escapes were not infrequent. I don't know why these guys were so itchy to get out. Anyways, I have had a moc intertwined in the rope or chain that held up the swing on the swingset. My grandpa told me to move and I knew something was up when he had his shotgun with him. Wasn't sure if he was pissed I forgot to flush the toilet or if it was something else.
The marina wall, at the water end of her property was a haven for snakes. They would go into the cracks and under it. Fishing at night was an adventure too. She had a mercury vapor light that was like crack for snakes. We had Cane Poles that were cut down some for "snake duty". You task was to flick them further back in the water if they started to swim in our direction. If they came up from the wall or that area, they were shot as we rushed, carefully to the porch...hoping a Copperhead was not there. They were from time to time, esp. in the morning.
I was once imitating that "Zips" shoe commercial on the marina bank because my Grandma was reeling in a very large fish!!! I did the little foot shuffle thingy in sandals. There was a rustling about six or so inches from my foot from some growth. It was a Moc that slithered down the wall into the water. My Grandma was soooo pissed at my stupidity to be in sandals and to be dancing around like that without totally checking the area. I got it good AND did not get any of the fish that day.
So yeah, I have many other scary as hell stories and encounters which is why I have maybe an overly active fear of them. It was engrained out of need.
I have seen Rattlers swim before and while they are not as graceful as a Moc, it is spooky. Moc's are distinctive in that they swim totally on the water as if they were floating. They can freaking get after it too. Water Snakes will have their head up out of the water. While they can motor too they don't look as menacing.
My grandmothers place was infested with snakes of all kinds but tons and tons of moc's. She lived at a marina of Lake Livingston in Riverside Harbor. Very close by was the Ellis Unit, aka Death Row for all the really bad dudes in prison. They would stock the area with snakes and such to try to deter guys from going that route when they tried to escape.
Attemped escapes were not infrequent. I don't know why these guys were so itchy to get out. Anyways, I have had a moc intertwined in the rope or chain that held up the swing on the swingset. My grandpa told me to move and I knew something was up when he had his shotgun with him. Wasn't sure if he was pissed I forgot to flush the toilet or if it was something else.
The marina wall, at the water end of her property was a haven for snakes. They would go into the cracks and under it. Fishing at night was an adventure too. She had a mercury vapor light that was like crack for snakes. We had Cane Poles that were cut down some for "snake duty". You task was to flick them further back in the water if they started to swim in our direction. If they came up from the wall or that area, they were shot as we rushed, carefully to the porch...hoping a Copperhead was not there. They were from time to time, esp. in the morning.
I was once imitating that "Zips" shoe commercial on the marina bank because my Grandma was reeling in a very large fish!!! I did the little foot shuffle thingy in sandals. There was a rustling about six or so inches from my foot from some growth. It was a Moc that slithered down the wall into the water. My Grandma was soooo pissed at my stupidity to be in sandals and to be dancing around like that without totally checking the area. I got it good AND did not get any of the fish that day.
So yeah, I have many other scary as hell stories and encounters which is why I have maybe an overly active fear of them. It was engrained out of need.
Wow, l00p. I have similar stories, but about rattlesnakes, not mocs.
My parents have a ranch outside of Austin (not as far outside of Austin now as it was when they bought it decades ago) and a portion of the northwestern property line runs just past a series of limestone "steps" and "shelves" (for lack of better words) that stretch for hundreds of yards (maybe a mile or more) and basically was Grand Central Station for rattlesnakes until about a decade ago when we stopped seeing them.
When I was a kid, I stepped on rattlesnakes a few times and almost stepped on rattlesnakes 3 or 4 dozen more times. I wore snake-bite "waders" (they were like waders, but they were made of cordura or something like that to protect against snakebites) outside until I was about 11 or 12.
Once I was about 8 and I was walking through the cedar with my dad and got a "stick" caught on foot. I stopped to kick it off and realized it was moving. A little 2' long rattlesnake had bitten my boot and gotten stuck. That was the end of his short life.
On another occasion about a year or so later, I was walking through the cedar with my dad again and he backhanded me in the chest (actually cracked one of my ribs) and I distinctly remember thinking he had gone crazy...until I saw about a 5' rattlesnake coiled near some unearthed limestone. At my height then, it was possible that a 5' rattlesnake could strike me above where my "waders" stopped.
When I was about 15, we were walking near an outcropping along a limestone shelf when a rattlesnake struck out from the shelf and knocked my grandfather's hat off (no bites--extremely lucky, because we were stupidly not paying attention).
Then, when I was in high school, my dad yelled at me to go move a post that had been dropped in the road. No idea what he was talking about, but I walked out there anyway. I got about 15 feet away and the biggest rattlesnake I have ever seen (over 7'6" long) instantly coiled up and starting rattling. With his head hunched over and curled in an "S" at the neck, he was still easily at mid-thigh height on me (I'm approximately 6'2"). A shotgun relieved his body of the burden of his head, and we have a picture of me holding him by his rattles over my head, with about 6" of his neck laying flat on the ground.
I also have a near unreasonable fear of live snakes.
My parents have a ranch outside of Austin (not as far outside of Austin now as it was when they bought it decades ago) and a portion of the northwestern property line runs just past a series of limestone "steps" and "shelves" (for lack of better words) that stretch for hundreds of yards (maybe a mile or more) and basically was Grand Central Station for rattlesnakes until about a decade ago when we stopped seeing them.
When I was a kid, I stepped on rattlesnakes a few times and almost stepped on rattlesnakes 3 or 4 dozen more times. I wore snake-bite "waders" (they were like waders, but they were made of cordura or something like that to protect against snakebites) outside until I was about 11 or 12.
Once I was about 8 and I was walking through the cedar with my dad and got a "stick" caught on foot. I stopped to kick it off and realized it was moving. A little 2' long rattlesnake had bitten my boot and gotten stuck. That was the end of his short life.
On another occasion about a year or so later, I was walking through the cedar with my dad again and he backhanded me in the chest (actually cracked one of my ribs) and I distinctly remember thinking he had gone crazy...until I saw about a 5' rattlesnake coiled near some unearthed limestone. At my height then, it was possible that a 5' rattlesnake could strike me above where my "waders" stopped.
When I was about 15, we were walking near an outcropping along a limestone shelf when a rattlesnake struck out from the shelf and knocked my grandfather's hat off (no bites--extremely lucky, because we were stupidly not paying attention).
Then, when I was in high school, my dad yelled at me to go move a post that had been dropped in the road. No idea what he was talking about, but I walked out there anyway. I got about 15 feet away and the biggest rattlesnake I have ever seen (over 7'6" long) instantly coiled up and starting rattling. With his head hunched over and curled in an "S" at the neck, he was still easily at mid-thigh height on me (I'm approximately 6'2"). A shotgun relieved his body of the burden of his head, and we have a picture of me holding him by his rattles over my head, with about 6" of his neck laying flat on the ground.
I also have a near unreasonable fear of live snakes.
Good god, ACuraie. I would say your experiences are much scarier since you have been bitten at or struck at and seen others get struck at. I would choke any snake that struck at me with a gigantic pile of fecies left before I run on air out of the A.O.
I have been bitten once by a snake but it was a friends pet Python (who was at leat five or six feet long) who was ill and we were trying to put it in its sack to go to the vet. I screamed like a little ***** and ran out of the room we were in. I did not scream because of the pain, I have a freakish threashold of pain. It was the mental trauma and horror that would have made Colonel Kurtz blush.
I have been bitten once by a snake but it was a friends pet Python (who was at leat five or six feet long) who was ill and we were trying to put it in its sack to go to the vet. I screamed like a little ***** and ran out of the room we were in. I did not scream because of the pain, I have a freakish threashold of pain. It was the mental trauma and horror that would have made Colonel Kurtz blush.
My 5th grade class went to the San Antonio Zoo and the teacher made me go into the reptile house where I proceeded to hyperventilate myself to blackout.
For some reason, between 6th and 7th grade it stopped bothering me...much. Still, whenever I see a live snake, my nuts crawl up and hide behind my liver for a second before I get it under control.
Like any good redneck (sorry, dad), my father had a taxidermist mount the 5' rattlesnake that he broke my rib to keep me from walking into. It's in my parents' den. The skin of the 7'6" rattlesnake was cured and hangs next to the fireplace in the den.
I've probably pushed my luck for long enough. I was in South Africa a few years years ago and nearly stepped on a 6' long puff adder.
For some reason, between 6th and 7th grade it stopped bothering me...much. Still, whenever I see a live snake, my nuts crawl up and hide behind my liver for a second before I get it under control.
Like any good redneck (sorry, dad), my father had a taxidermist mount the 5' rattlesnake that he broke my rib to keep me from walking into. It's in my parents' den. The skin of the 7'6" rattlesnake was cured and hangs next to the fireplace in the den.
I've probably pushed my luck for long enough. I was in South Africa a few years years ago and nearly stepped on a 6' long puff adder.
Dude, a friggin' PUFF ADDER? That is their bag. They lay and wait for somebody or something to kill. They are ********.
I think I have told this story before so I will do the short version. At a party of a friend I was intro'd to her boyfriend. I was in an impaired shape, to say the least...had nothing to drink. Everything was fascinating and interesting as hell. I was smiling a whole bunch. Everything was funny.
He showed me his room upstairs. It was dark and humid. This is because he collected poisonous snakes from all over the world and worked at a pet shop. You name it he pretty much had it.
He takes one out (he was equally impaired). I pushed my back into the door as far as it would go and could not breathe. Surely this was not happening. No way was I impaired in a room with friggin poisonous exotic snakes and another impaired psychopath it playing with one.
The fuckstick snake is not happy about being tinkered with. I guess if your nature is to be mean and kill **** you don't like playtime. He has his sticks or holders or something.
HE DROPPED THE DAMNED SNAKE. Yes, you read that right. Before the merchant of slithering fanged death hit the floor I was headed out the door, being the little snake fearing ***** I am. He yells out, "Wait, help me out", or something like that.
I remember my words as I am already headed down the stairs. "**** you". I guess the panic on my face and copious amounts of sweat alerted my gf and our friend that something was wrong. I tell them that he dropped a snake.
"Again?", said his gf, our friend. That was enough for me. I did not go upstairs the rest of the party and never went back to that house. Stayed friends with them but no, never went back to their house.
He had a Cobra (non-spitting), Adder's, a tree Mamba, of course the North American ones, a Gaboon Viper, etc... He did not have a Black Mamba or Fierce Snake, either. Not sure about a Common Brown. But all in all he had about 20, give/take.
Just typing this gives me the creeps all over again.
I have been at Redbud Isle here in Austin and a snake cruised casually across the path. It was a Water Moc. Luckily my dog and the other dogs with us did not see it. They were checking out the pile of poop somebody did not pick up. We all just froze. I grabbed a stick in case it wanted to come over and kill me.
I was really calm and collected..till it left. Then I could feel my heart almost thumping out of my chest. It was then I realized that somebody sold my legs and feet and tried to sell them on ebay because they sure as **** were not on my body and in working order.
It was about 4 feet long and well fed. Ugh. This is the mostest horrible thread on the internet maybe ever.
I think I have told this story before so I will do the short version. At a party of a friend I was intro'd to her boyfriend. I was in an impaired shape, to say the least...had nothing to drink. Everything was fascinating and interesting as hell. I was smiling a whole bunch. Everything was funny.
He showed me his room upstairs. It was dark and humid. This is because he collected poisonous snakes from all over the world and worked at a pet shop. You name it he pretty much had it.
He takes one out (he was equally impaired). I pushed my back into the door as far as it would go and could not breathe. Surely this was not happening. No way was I impaired in a room with friggin poisonous exotic snakes and another impaired psychopath it playing with one.
The fuckstick snake is not happy about being tinkered with. I guess if your nature is to be mean and kill **** you don't like playtime. He has his sticks or holders or something.
HE DROPPED THE DAMNED SNAKE. Yes, you read that right. Before the merchant of slithering fanged death hit the floor I was headed out the door, being the little snake fearing ***** I am. He yells out, "Wait, help me out", or something like that.
I remember my words as I am already headed down the stairs. "**** you". I guess the panic on my face and copious amounts of sweat alerted my gf and our friend that something was wrong. I tell them that he dropped a snake.
"Again?", said his gf, our friend. That was enough for me. I did not go upstairs the rest of the party and never went back to that house. Stayed friends with them but no, never went back to their house.
He had a Cobra (non-spitting), Adder's, a tree Mamba, of course the North American ones, a Gaboon Viper, etc... He did not have a Black Mamba or Fierce Snake, either. Not sure about a Common Brown. But all in all he had about 20, give/take.
Just typing this gives me the creeps all over again.
I have been at Redbud Isle here in Austin and a snake cruised casually across the path. It was a Water Moc. Luckily my dog and the other dogs with us did not see it. They were checking out the pile of poop somebody did not pick up. We all just froze. I grabbed a stick in case it wanted to come over and kill me.
I was really calm and collected..till it left. Then I could feel my heart almost thumping out of my chest. It was then I realized that somebody sold my legs and feet and tried to sell them on ebay because they sure as **** were not on my body and in working order.
It was about 4 feet long and well fed. Ugh. This is the mostest horrible thread on the internet maybe ever.
Tom Anderson
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jmrob93
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We have been working to improve our dam --and working around the water in the summer=snakes
I saw a moc the other day in a small water hole where had recently dug up clay next to the dam-- he swam away--then turned to look--totally vertical with his head out of the water-- he floated? there almost motionless for about a minuted then swam off
I saw a moc the other day in a small water hole where had recently dug up clay next to the dam-- he swam away--then turned to look--totally vertical with his head out of the water-- he floated? there almost motionless for about a minuted then swam off
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jmrob93
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My grandfather farmed rice and would take me to walk the levies-- I hated snakes--still don't have any love for them ( several run ins with Rattlers at Ft Irwin Ca. However, I can now (finally) see one a few feet away and move on and leave it alone ( not kill it). My grandfather wouldn't let me shoot snakes in the rice field bacause it would attract other animals or stink. On a positive note--Central Texas should have lower snake numbers with all the feral hogs--it seems when they are tearing up deer feeders and fences, they like to eat snakes
I have picked up my granddad's habit of carrying a shovel or walking stick around the farm, just in case
I have picked up my granddad's habit of carrying a shovel or walking stick around the farm, just in case
Hou-Tex Horn
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No confirm yet, but we finally figured it somehow made its way under the house and in the area under the hallway bathroom's tub and then out access door in one of the back bedroom closets (I hope). I have since screwed that access door shut and hopefully won't see anymore snakes. Otherwise, Momma and the babies will likely be moving out.
One of the science teachers at my old school had a couple of snakes. One of them was a ball python. I was in the room once when he was feeding the snakes. The corn snake would kill then eat the rats, but the python would kill all the rats before he ate any, so if my teacher friend didn't kinda "ration" the rats, the corn snake would eat them all before the python got around to eating any.
So this one time my friend had picked up one of the dead rats and saved it until the python was ready. He dangled it in the cage so the snake would get it, and when the snake bit at it he missed and locked onto my friend's hand.
I literally had to force open the snakes jaw so that we could get his had free from the bit.
It was pretty damned funny.
So this one time my friend had picked up one of the dead rats and saved it until the python was ready. He dangled it in the cage so the snake would get it, and when the snake bit at it he missed and locked onto my friend's hand.
I literally had to force open the snakes jaw so that we could get his had free from the bit.
It was pretty damned funny.
accuratehorn
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This recalls the pet snake a housemate kept back in the day, a python I think. He had it is an aquarium, and would walk around with it in the house. So one day he buys a mouse and ceremoniously drops it in the snake's lair, and gleefully awaited the snake's attack and swallowing of the poor creature, but nothing happened.
Snake wasn't hungry. This went on for days, and at first terrified mousy shivered and cowered over in one corner. Finally, the guy bought some food for the mouse, because he feared rodent starvation. The mouse overcame fear of the snake and soon scampered about the area, even trotting around on the snake's back.
I don't think it ever ate the mouse, but one day the snake turned up missing. The housemate knew I didn't care for his slithery pet, and accused me of herpacide, but I hadn't touched it. This went on for a few days and then was forgotten, until...there arose a malodorous emmination from the living room, subtle at first, but increasingly noticeable.
Searching for the source, we eventually unfolded the hide-a- bed couch, and found the snake squashed by the folding apparatus. It had crawled in there when a guest slept there, and had been compacted the next morning.
Housemate never did believe I hadn't done in the beast intentionally, but it was an accident. Loopy would have performed a series of happy dances, had he been there.
Snake wasn't hungry. This went on for days, and at first terrified mousy shivered and cowered over in one corner. Finally, the guy bought some food for the mouse, because he feared rodent starvation. The mouse overcame fear of the snake and soon scampered about the area, even trotting around on the snake's back.
I don't think it ever ate the mouse, but one day the snake turned up missing. The housemate knew I didn't care for his slithery pet, and accused me of herpacide, but I hadn't touched it. This went on for a few days and then was forgotten, until...there arose a malodorous emmination from the living room, subtle at first, but increasingly noticeable.
Searching for the source, we eventually unfolded the hide-a- bed couch, and found the snake squashed by the folding apparatus. It had crawled in there when a guest slept there, and had been compacted the next morning.
Housemate never did believe I hadn't done in the beast intentionally, but it was an accident. Loopy would have performed a series of happy dances, had he been there.
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