One of the things I like about Ireland!!
I have a healthy respect for poisonous snakes but no real fear of snakes in general. The best fun I've had with a snake was to stop by a prairiedog town and pick up a gigantic bull snake -a good rattler look alike but harmless- and take it back to the company shop. I was running a concrete crew on the Rez one summer under the supervision of a fat jerk named Paul. When I got back to the shop I dug the snake out from under the seat of my truck, ran around the building, and tossed it into Paul's already running, air conditioned company truck. Then I hid. He came waddling out and slid into his pickup. Suddenly there was a flurry of activity inside the truck with him pressed up against the driver's side window and flailing around. He gets the door open and spills out, then reaches into the map pocket on the door and pulls out a Colt Python .357 and empties it into the cab of the truck. He did all kinds of damage to the truck but missed the snake. I laughed myself sick.Jeez.... Do they do snake boots in chin height.
muir that's a great couple of stories, rather you than me.
We probably sat or walked within feet of dozens of them over those weeks of shooting.Now then Cuz. I remember the one, my only one, we saw out at Rays place when we prairie dogging. It was as I recall about two feet long, in accordance with Ray's wishes it was shot on sight. To my mind a very wise decision .
John