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Discussion in 'The Duck Hunters Forum' started by JohnBZ, May 10, 2019.
Good we read same books, and on the same page of same book...
Number one is easy. Number two is where you gotta check for snakes.
Speak for yourself.
That's a lot of effort to try and make it bigger. Just buy the crappy pills.
Reminds me of an old joke...
"Two cowboys are staying a couple miles outside of town on a trail they used for herding cattle. While taking a **** behind a bush, one cowboys gets bitten on the penis by a rattle snake. He alerts his friend, who jumps on his horse and races toward town seeking a cure. He reaches the doctors office and runs inside. The doc explains to him that the only way to save his friend is to suck the poison out. The cowboy jumps back on his horse and races back to his ailing friend. When he reaches his camp, the frantic cowboy cries out "What did the doctor say?"
To which his friend replies "He said you're gonna die!"
Been in many snake infested areas, even been struck twice on the boot. I cannot figure out how a "standup guy" gets a strike to the junk. Maybe a strike while popping an un reconnoitered squat, but I doubt even John Holmes could get struck taking a whiz
You in Minnesota too?
'Twernt no snake bite but maybe almost as painful. My brother and I were setting up a wall tent right at dusk for deer camp and I had to take a leak, bad. I wandered off a bit before relieving myself and had no idea I had stepped off into a ticket of cat claw briers. After I finished draining the lizard, I turned to go back to the tent before getting my junk put up and was stopped in my tracks. The pain was breath taking. I wasn't about to ask my brother for help, so in the dim light I cautiously plucked each strand of flesh grabbing vegetation from my best friend very gently. There wasn't a lot of blood but any blood from the big guy is scary. Before I was completely freed, my brother came wandering over to see what was going on and proceeded to laugh his azz off. I didn't see the humor.