Originally Posted By: Stan
...A young fellow that used to help me on the farm was enamored of bowhunting in the early season in Brier Creek swamp. He wore chaps, and on two separate occasions he had rattlers hit his leg and get their fangs entangled in the material and hang on him, thrashing until he knocked them loose with his bow. SRH


I hate to keep talking about snakes, but your story quoted above brought back a bad memory of mine. When I was about 15 we were hunting the railroad tracks for rabbits. I went down off the grade into a wet area to get a look at a swamp rabbit the beagles couldn't push up onto the tracks. I got bit by a water moccasin.

The fangs were stopped by my leather boot, but got tangled in my blue jeans. I kicked and the snake came loose and went high over the brush. We cut cut him into three pieces with our shotguns before he hit the ground...Geo