The Snakeman of Cherry Point
After getting Copacetic safely home (see previous entry), me and Racecar decided to take the rest of the day off. It was after noon and sobriety is a terrible thing to waste. Besides, it was hot. So we headed off to a watering hole for a cold beer and a burger to rejuvenate ourselves. To sum it up, the burger was good, but their beer selection was extremely limited (they were out of everything and wouldn't get a delivery for another day). It was so embarrassing for them, I wouldn't dare mention their name (Legends in Lebanon, Tn). They were out of Miller Lite (Racecar's choice), Corona, Killian's and something else. Yes, we had a Samuel Adams and everything was fine, but still....
On the way back home, we stopped and picked up a 12 of Presidente and a couple of CAO Cameroons to celebrate our successful day. We woke up reHarv and Modean said he could come out and play for awhile. So he grabbed a brewski and a smoke, and we gathered around in his front yard to tell half-truths and full-out lies. The rains moved in and ran us under reHarv's front porch canopy, but in the spirit of the day, we continued on. This had been going on for an hour or so, and reHarv was telling some story about the old days of disc jockeying and being detained by federal authorities or something, when Racecar calmly says, "you fellas see that snake?"
Well now Racecar, if we'd've seen the snake (that was about 6 inches from my right foot) do you think we'd've been calmly sitting there? Well, do ya? !?&#!?
The snake as previously mentioned was about 6 inches from my right foot and stretched all the way across reHarv's patio and beyond into the flower bed...7 and a half feet if an inch. Now those of you who are loyal readers know that I come from Opp, Alabama...Home of the Rattlesnake Rodeo...so I'm no stranger to danger and snakes in particular. My reflexes kicked in...I leapt from a sitting position, and cleared the snake in a single bound. While in the air, I used my left arm to push Racecar and reHarv to safety, out of the danger zone and striking distance of the deadly reptile. While landing, I firmly grabbed the tail of the snake and with a bullwhip maneuver, snapped the snake such that it sounded like lightening striking and it flew some 50 feet or so in the air.
Meanwhile, reHarv had been showing off a new yardsale purchase, a single shot 20 gauge shotgun. Before the snake could land, reHarv had fired off 2 shots...the first, cleanly amputating the rattles from the snake, and the second, defanging the vicious bastard. Such shooting and bravery has indeed earned reHarv the title, "Snakeman of Cherry Point." The now-harmless snake was allowed to go on his way, that it might spread the legend of the Snakeman and his people.
During these few brief seconds that it took this whole incident to develop, Racecar stood to the side, amazed at the scene unfolding before him. As the smoke slowly cleared from the air and a tranquility settled in, Racecar said, "Are we outta beer?"
(the snakeman of cherry point)
hbsongs 948 overandout
(...sometimes when your boat's outta the water, you gotta be a landlizard)
On the way back home, we stopped and picked up a 12 of Presidente and a couple of CAO Cameroons to celebrate our successful day. We woke up reHarv and Modean said he could come out and play for awhile. So he grabbed a brewski and a smoke, and we gathered around in his front yard to tell half-truths and full-out lies. The rains moved in and ran us under reHarv's front porch canopy, but in the spirit of the day, we continued on. This had been going on for an hour or so, and reHarv was telling some story about the old days of disc jockeying and being detained by federal authorities or something, when Racecar calmly says, "you fellas see that snake?"
Well now Racecar, if we'd've seen the snake (that was about 6 inches from my right foot) do you think we'd've been calmly sitting there? Well, do ya? !?&#!?
The snake as previously mentioned was about 6 inches from my right foot and stretched all the way across reHarv's patio and beyond into the flower bed...7 and a half feet if an inch. Now those of you who are loyal readers know that I come from Opp, Alabama...Home of the Rattlesnake Rodeo...so I'm no stranger to danger and snakes in particular. My reflexes kicked in...I leapt from a sitting position, and cleared the snake in a single bound. While in the air, I used my left arm to push Racecar and reHarv to safety, out of the danger zone and striking distance of the deadly reptile. While landing, I firmly grabbed the tail of the snake and with a bullwhip maneuver, snapped the snake such that it sounded like lightening striking and it flew some 50 feet or so in the air.
Meanwhile, reHarv had been showing off a new yardsale purchase, a single shot 20 gauge shotgun. Before the snake could land, reHarv had fired off 2 shots...the first, cleanly amputating the rattles from the snake, and the second, defanging the vicious bastard. Such shooting and bravery has indeed earned reHarv the title, "Snakeman of Cherry Point." The now-harmless snake was allowed to go on his way, that it might spread the legend of the Snakeman and his people.
During these few brief seconds that it took this whole incident to develop, Racecar stood to the side, amazed at the scene unfolding before him. As the smoke slowly cleared from the air and a tranquility settled in, Racecar said, "Are we outta beer?"
(the snakeman of cherry point)
hbsongs 948 overandout
(...sometimes when your boat's outta the water, you gotta be a landlizard)
This wouldn't be one of those "half-truths and full-out lies" would it? No matter, it's an amazing story! Turned out to be an exciting day for y'all, except for Racecar-is he usually that laid back? He probably wasn't if you told him "we're outta beer". Here's the part I find so unbelievable....YOU grabbing the snake! Yo' mama raised you better than that. Anyway, I would have liked to seen that snake sans the rattles & fangs! Thank God for yard sales & reHarv's sharp shootin'......
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