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Nice post Gwynnie. I think that rabbit is related to the same rabbit that attacked Jimah Carter.
That's the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent I've ever set eyes on.
Three amazing things:
1. The rabbit's jumping 2. The rabbit's ass-biting 3. The snake's tree climbing Would not have believed one, much less all three, without a video! I'll bet this fracas is about laying claim to the title Tastes Like Chicken.
I'm putting ten bucks on the rabbit because I saw this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3x4wC8qHQfg These bunnies seem to have a wild hare across their asses. Sorry for being lazy.
Here's the ez link for the birding bunny. (You have to watch it, the background music is awesome). ha.. Jephnol,
I've been over at YouTube watching bunnies tear up the pea patch for half an hour. sheesh.... I had no idea bunnies were so vicious. I like the fifty-pound German rabbit. ` http://bassfan.com/tv_play.asp?id=119
six-foot Diamondback rattler swimming up to a bass skiff and scaring the fishermen --and the video watcher too --why, i like ta bit a chunk outta my chair cushion ! I was 8 or 10 and swimming in a lake - luckily close to shore - and saw one of those things comin' at me.
Woo-ee! Next thing I knew, I was standing on the beach. In the proverbial blink of an eye. heh --i was on a sandbar about chest deep in the gulf in Florida at about that age, when a big hammerhead swam right between me and land --i made that 50 yds to the beach same way--a blink of an eye --i think i was airborne most of the way, just skipping off the water like a flat stone -
Yeah, I don't even remember getting out of the water. All I remember is:
Snake! Beach! Ha! When I was a teen I went swimming under a railroad trestle in a tidal marsh. I was buck naked and I swung out into the water and something big swam along the length of my body as soon as I was submerged. I'm pretty sure I walked/ran on water that day. I mean, my bait was in the water if you follow my drift. Could have been a Harbor Seal, but I'll never know...
I walked into a huge barn with a friend to get a couple of horses to go riding. We were walking along talking when a six-foot black snake fell from the rafters right onto him. It scared the snake so badly it wrapped itself around my friend's neck and head... ohh, I'm getting shivers remembering it. I was struck dumb with horror, but luckily the barn manager jumped-to and helped unwind the snake. My friend was pretty cool about it, but I kept having paroxysms of oooweees the whole ride and could hardly bring myself to take my horse back into the barn when we got back. The ceiling of the barn was maybe two stories or more... the hit was powerful. :\
` Everytime i walk into barn or shed i'm looking up and back --one too many high-perch-loving King or Hog snake has scared the di di dickens outta me--they slither, you hear and smell and see 'em at the same time --over the doorway you just scuttled thru --and your eye registers 'harmless snake' quickly enough --but meantime your body has already leaped so hard in the opposite direction that you've already pulled the hamstring, got the shin splints, compression sprained the feet, and are tangled up with the rakes and shovels on the far end of the room --
Ohh, barns. Woo. It is an instinctive reaction. Can't help it.
When I was an idiot kid - as opposed to an idiot adult - I would go hunting snakes with a buddy. Mainly the usual harmless stuff. Except for the time I backed in to a bit of sagebrush and disturbed a rattler nest. Human powered flight, at that moment. Oh no! It's worse than we thought:
Little Green Footballs: IDF Kills Giant Jew-Eating Rabbit ` Walked into one of those big, fancy "ridin arenas" that the Northwest is so famous for (used to be). It was just after noon. The whole thing is about 3/4 of an acre. Don't know why that that day I decided to walk out there before bringing the colt in for a brief session. Got about half way into the main area of the arena and saw a lunch whip somebody had left behind. In the soft, dusty glow of afternoon I reached down to pick it up and make sure the arena was clear of any distractions--the damn thing snaked it's way away from me. I mean it was fast. It was long--maybe about 5 feet. S----, da--, I hate when that happens!
That's the day I took the colt on to the road for a lesson in learning to live with cars! I was on the upper Wenaha, having hiked three days to get there, no one around for miles, out mid-river, fly fishing for steel head with a sinking fly, shirt off like Pooty the Poisoner, cigarette in my mouth, Brandy bottle in my hip pocket, when an 18 foot timber rattler fell out of a tree on the further shore, into the water, and struggled thrashing through the heavy current, head up, monstrous, ugly, evil, and primitive like a gargyole, and swam right between my legs, brushing my nuts, just when I got steelhead strike.
O brother --reminds me of that time i was seining for minners on Loch Ness. All on a sudden the other three guys --Wee Robbie Burns, Braveheart, and Groundskeeper Willie --started hollering & screaming and waving their arms --a sword, a rake, and a goose quill pen --i heard the faint sound over the water "Luke behoind ye, luke behoind ye!" I turned and there about thirty yards away and throwing a bow wave like 31-knot Arleigh Burke at Leyte Gulf, was Edward Longshanks, Principal Skinner, and my ex-wife, mounted on the Loch Ness Monster and bearing down on me, laughing maniacally and waving a battleaxe, a chalkboard eraser and a court summons. Luckily, at just that moment...oh hell the phones ringing --later --
And it gave me such a start, I dropped my pole in the water, a $1500 pole, which fired my Swedish anger, so I followed that feller to shore, where he climbed up a pine tree, and I after him, he higher, and me after him, higher and higher both we went, like Jacks in the Beanstalk, till he was at the top, where I bit his rattlers off, and shook my head, rattlein' back at him, and, drawing my skinning knife, I slit him up the middle, and skinned his slimy body right out of his hide, right there in the pine tree, and I'm now wearing the fellow's skin as my slippers, and underwear.
I think you're brushing my nuts and I don't have any.
haha... 18ft. rattlesnake... Buddy, I like that your ex was on the monster. Hey! Don't step on my blue suede shoes.... :} ` by golly that's eXActly what she did --all this time i've been confused, not to mentioned nonplussed. Meta you ARE the magician --kid u not --
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