( Warning )Now if you are easily embarrassed, stop here, do not read on!
Many years ago when I was seventeen, My girl friend and I had a favorite place we liked to spend time at. It was in the hills where we found a beautiful meadow with flowers a small brook running through it, with scattered shade trees, one of Mother natures best. Birds and other wild life could be seen there.
Early one summer evening, we decided to go for a ride and arrived at our favorite place. The sun had gone down and we could see the brightness of a lazy moon breaking the horizon, I spread my sleeping bag on the ground and we crawled in-side , snuggled close and zipped the bag. We laid there looking at the clouds and stars and talking about what we could see in them.
After a while I could feel something cool on the inside of my thigh, thinking it was her hand. This excited me and all of a sudden, the sleeping bag had turned into a tent.
I put my arm on the inside of the bag to feel if it was her hand and "that is when I felt the pain." I tried to un-zip the sleeping bag, but the zipper was stuck. I then pushed the panic button, and my trusty knife popped open, and I cut a long slit along side the zipper and through back the top part of the bag, That is when I saw this diamond back rattler, coiled and ready to strike once again, he had already bitten my tent pole.
With my knife in one hand, I swung and his head popped off. We sat there and watched the body of the snake turn and twist and tying it’s self into a knot.
I was really lucky, my girl friend was a Girl scout and the troop was studying first aide that week. She knew exactly what to do. She took my knife and made two small slits and then started to suck the poison out and spit it out to the ground, She kept this up until the sun was coming up and my toes were getting wrinkles and starting to curl up.
But the effort had proved to be useless, I died the next day.
Many years ago when I was seventeen, My girl friend and I had a favorite place we liked to spend time at. It was in the hills where we found a beautiful meadow with flowers a small brook running through it, with scattered shade trees, one of Mother natures best. Birds and other wild life could be seen there.
Early one summer evening, we decided to go for a ride and arrived at our favorite place. The sun had gone down and we could see the brightness of a lazy moon breaking the horizon, I spread my sleeping bag on the ground and we crawled in-side , snuggled close and zipped the bag. We laid there looking at the clouds and stars and talking about what we could see in them.
After a while I could feel something cool on the inside of my thigh, thinking it was her hand. This excited me and all of a sudden, the sleeping bag had turned into a tent.
I put my arm on the inside of the bag to feel if it was her hand and "that is when I felt the pain." I tried to un-zip the sleeping bag, but the zipper was stuck. I then pushed the panic button, and my trusty knife popped open, and I cut a long slit along side the zipper and through back the top part of the bag, That is when I saw this diamond back rattler, coiled and ready to strike once again, he had already bitten my tent pole.
With my knife in one hand, I swung and his head popped off. We sat there and watched the body of the snake turn and twist and tying it’s self into a knot.
I was really lucky, my girl friend was a Girl scout and the troop was studying first aide that week. She knew exactly what to do. She took my knife and made two small slits and then started to suck the poison out and spit it out to the ground, She kept this up until the sun was coming up and my toes were getting wrinkles and starting to curl up.
But the effort had proved to be useless, I died the next day.
No, not from the snake bite, but from the beating she gave me for telling this story.
By; Ben R.
Sept. 10th. 2011
By; Ben R.
Sept. 10th. 2011
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