There are some really wonderful things about the area in which I live. We have natural beauty in abundance. Unfortunately, rural in the US usually equals lots of right-wing Christians.
Instead of complaining, I thought I'd have some fun. I'm going to start taking photos and videos of the area in which I live. Today I had to go to the doctor's to have a blood test, so I took a picture of the outside of the building. How rural is my town? This rural:
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This sign has been amusing me for months. Get bit out here, go inside for treatment. How convenient. XD
Now it's time for me to be the herp nerd I've been since I was a kid. Ahem: The picture is of a Western diamondback rattlesnake, but the only species found in the vicinity of the doctor's office is the Northern Pacific rattlesnake. That is all.
XD That would be awesome, but mongooses aren't indigenous to my area. A lot of other animals are, though. I have a little story to tell to illustrate that point. I'll get to it in a paragraph or two.
Occasionally, it is necessary to kill rattlesnakes, but if I can, I just leave them alone. In fact I'll rescue them if I'm able to. I kept one from crossing a road once. Luckily, he was in an area where he was unlikely to cause harm to people.
When I was in junior high, my brother, cousin, a friend and I decided to go coon hunting in the woods near our house.
I now detest trophy hunting, but back when I was a kid it was a normal part of our lives. My father and brother hunted raccoons, bears, mountain lions and bobcats with their Walker coonhounds. My father and brother sold the furs of the raccoons and bobcats, provided meat for bear stew and shot mountain lions that had killed nearby livestock.
Scott, my brother's best hunting dog, was just a pup at the time. He went into some bushes. We heard him snuffling around loudly and then heard a high-pitched whine. We went down to see what he had caught. It turned out to be a tiny cottontail rabbit, just a few inches long. Once we took it up to the house, it came out of its torpor and started washing the slobber off. It was covered in soft brownish grey fur and its eyes were wide open. We ended up raising it until it was grown and releasing it back into the wild.
Anyway, the next day my cousin and her friend returned to the site where Scott found the rabbit to look for more babies. Instead they found a huge rattlesnake. My brother blew its head off with a shotgun and as he was skinning it, he nicked the stomach. Something furry was inside. He opened up the stomach and out plopped three dead baby cottontail rabbits.
How rural is my home town? That rural.
(Sorry about the disjointed writing in this post. I'm tired and should be in bed.)
Before killing that snake somebody should have questioned it and asked if it could talk. It was common knowledge in Genesis, but not today. :)
:) Why didn't we think of that? That is hysterical. I LOL'd IRL and then ran out of Internet-inspired acronyms.
We were force-fed a diet of biblical nonsense at home, church and school. But seriously, considering how few houses were in the area, we probably should have collected the snake in a trash can and released it up the mountain. Now that my old home area has been populated by people--very sad for me because I used to be able to roam the countryside--we haven't found a rattler in the area in a long time. I'm sure it's because everyone there killed any snakes they found.
I rather enjoy snakes and will probably upload a bunch of photos of snakes I captured, photographed and released. :) I free-handle the non-venomous species, but I stay away from the rattlers. I know I'm not quick enough to avoid a bite because the non-venomous ones get me all the time. XD
Of course, I'm more concerned about the safety of the snakes than I am a few pin pricks on my hands and arms. I handle them gently and if you do that, you're going to get bitten until the snake realizes you mean it no harm. Bites from colubrids under four feet or so don't hurt at all.
Most wild snakes calm down quickly and some local species make great pets, but I've come to believe they should be left in the wild. As a kid, I had pet gopher snakes and California kingsnakes (the kingsnakes have largely disappeared from this area, I'm sorry to say) that never bit after the initial capture. I learned a lot about local snake species that you can't find in books.
Nowadays I catch, photo and release and wish I knew what happened to all the kingsnakes. :(
I kayaked and canoed on north Florida rivers and with a book on snakes knew every one by sight.
A few with diamond-shaped heads were not poisonous but avoiding all was the safe thing to do. One round-headed breed was poisonous: red on black, friend of Jack; black on yellow killed a fellow. Water moccasins, aka cottonmouths, were aggressive; I was seated on a dock with my feet in the water when I saw one swimming across the river in my direction. It was about 15 feet away and I took my feet out of the water. Once I ate rattlesnake meat; it was okay.
In Arizona while hiking in the desert I heard a rattler. I moved real fast.
When I was a kid we were always fascinated by what we called a blue racer. They were so fast and would scare you because they seemed to chase you or "race along" with you. I'm 68 and probably haven't seen one of those snakes in 60 years. On the other hand, I don't run around aggravating snakes anymore either.
Not very, A in F.
A county (Napa) that produces so much wine isn't very grim. Also, I'm two hours and a few minutes (by public transit) from San Francisco, which fundies say is America's Sodom and Gomorrah.
I've heard that Colorado, with legal pot, is competing for that title.
Are any other places so hated by fundies?
Honey, where I grew up, the only traffic light was in downtown and the nearest one from there was an hour's drive away. I grew up on bear stew and hunted mountain lions in the snow. My father sold coon and bobcat pelts as part of his living. The last mountain lion he shot had killed llamas only a couple of miles from our house.
You know nothing, Tom Sarbeck.
You're right, AinF.
At ten a Sunday transit pass cost 25 cents; I was all over the city of Cincinnati and loved it. I wasn't at home doing chores. I used an outhouse on an uncle's farm.
From 45 to 65 I was all over the city of San Francisco and loved it. I sometimes ate buffalo stew.
Awesome historic old building. It could be standing centuries after my house becomes compost.
Michael, that would be Gen. William S. Harney. There is a unique and very morbid part of his career that involved serving in the Mexican American War. At the Battle of Chapultepec, he presided over the largest mass hanging ever performed in North America. 30 members of the St. Patrick's Battalion of the Mexican Army - mostly former Irish-American Catholic soldiers who deserted the US Army as a result of religious persecution by protestants. He was considered a sadistic SOB who reveled in what one writer described as 'fiendish behavior.'
The Hanging at Chapultepec.