Post by awp101 on Sept 1, 2015 22:08:03 GMT -5
gunsbam over on the RF posted a pic of a rattler he took out with a Talo .22 Vaquero and it brought back a memory of hunting with my Grandfather that I hadn't thought about in forever.
One of the last times we went hunting together must have been around 1993-94. It must have been dove season because we were each carrying a 12ga. The landowner had some partially buried metal containers with an open top, maybe 6' deep (I never knew what they were for). Pop saw a rattlesnake at the bottom of one and I took it's head off with my 12. He knew one of the guys at camp would want it for the skin and rattles so he fished it out with a hooked piece of metal.
We headed back to camp which was close by and Pop was carrying it by the rattles at arms length. Now this thing had no head at all and was dead as the proverbial door nail but it gave one of those involuntary twitches that things that are dead but don't know they are dead will give. He flung it as far as he could while cutting loose with a string of profanity that he probably hadn't used since his Navy days in WWII.
When he composed himself and I quit laughing my fool head off we found he was still holding about half the rattles. I don't remember if we went and found the carcass or if we told his friend where to find it but I seem to recall his friend skinned it and laid it out to dry before we left.
Not long after that his knees got too bad to hunt and work kept me from having the time.
One of the last times we went hunting together must have been around 1993-94. It must have been dove season because we were each carrying a 12ga. The landowner had some partially buried metal containers with an open top, maybe 6' deep (I never knew what they were for). Pop saw a rattlesnake at the bottom of one and I took it's head off with my 12. He knew one of the guys at camp would want it for the skin and rattles so he fished it out with a hooked piece of metal.
We headed back to camp which was close by and Pop was carrying it by the rattles at arms length. Now this thing had no head at all and was dead as the proverbial door nail but it gave one of those involuntary twitches that things that are dead but don't know they are dead will give. He flung it as far as he could while cutting loose with a string of profanity that he probably hadn't used since his Navy days in WWII.
When he composed himself and I quit laughing my fool head off we found he was still holding about half the rattles. I don't remember if we went and found the carcass or if we told his friend where to find it but I seem to recall his friend skinned it and laid it out to dry before we left.
Not long after that his knees got too bad to hunt and work kept me from having the time.
