thrillathahunt
Silver Member
Ah yes, metal detecting can be an adventurous pursuit even if you don't actually get to do any metal detecting at all. Today, my son and I decided to do some door knocking at some older houses in our town. We noticed a circa 1900 wood sided house with a large fenced yard and huge Pecan trees. Lots of potential here we thought, so we stopped.
We knocked and a lady who looked to be in her 50's opened the screen door and came out on the porch to talk with us. She was pleasant and told us that she just moved here from Saratoga, New York and was just renting, but didn't think her landlady would mind if we detected her yard. So she gave us the landlady's contact info and was talking with us a bit, asking the usual questions about the kinds of stuff we usually find, when all of a sudden a look of pure terror came over her face!
"Oh my God a snake is coming across the street right towards us." She shrieks. "I am deathly afraid of snakes" she said with a panicky voice. "I'm going to get my gun" as she runs into the house. My son and I just look at each other in amazement. She comes out with a Ruger semi-automatic .22 caliber with a scope and shoves it into my hands! "Kill it!" she cries! I told her that I think it's against the law to discharge a firearm in the city limits. "I don't care, just kill it!
By now, the snake which I saw was a Copperhead, had slithered it's way through the chain link fence onto her property. Against my better judgement I fired at it just missing ( scope was not calibrated right) so I shot again hitting it just behind it's head. The snake started writhing wildly for a moment, then continued on toward the porch. By this time the neighbors had come out to see what all the excitement was all about. So I decided to give up on the gun idea.
I told my son to run to the truck and get a shovel. Now, the lady was insanely running around nearly out of her mind. "Don't let it go under my porch" she screeched! By that time it had come within a couple of feet from an opening under her porch, but I managed to whack it a few times with the Lesche long handle to put it out of it's misery. That ended the drama. It was over!
The lady by now a completely different person, was ecstatic, running over to give us both a hug and even offered to pay us for our services. No need for that we said. "I am so glad you both came here when you did" she said with a hint of tears in her eyes. We thanked her but said we needed to be on our way, and as we were leaving I said to my son, "Let's get out of here before the police come!"
But, I now have the landlady's phone number and something tells me we will be back.
We knocked and a lady who looked to be in her 50's opened the screen door and came out on the porch to talk with us. She was pleasant and told us that she just moved here from Saratoga, New York and was just renting, but didn't think her landlady would mind if we detected her yard. So she gave us the landlady's contact info and was talking with us a bit, asking the usual questions about the kinds of stuff we usually find, when all of a sudden a look of pure terror came over her face!
"Oh my God a snake is coming across the street right towards us." She shrieks. "I am deathly afraid of snakes" she said with a panicky voice. "I'm going to get my gun" as she runs into the house. My son and I just look at each other in amazement. She comes out with a Ruger semi-automatic .22 caliber with a scope and shoves it into my hands! "Kill it!" she cries! I told her that I think it's against the law to discharge a firearm in the city limits. "I don't care, just kill it!
By now, the snake which I saw was a Copperhead, had slithered it's way through the chain link fence onto her property. Against my better judgement I fired at it just missing ( scope was not calibrated right) so I shot again hitting it just behind it's head. The snake started writhing wildly for a moment, then continued on toward the porch. By this time the neighbors had come out to see what all the excitement was all about. So I decided to give up on the gun idea.
I told my son to run to the truck and get a shovel. Now, the lady was insanely running around nearly out of her mind. "Don't let it go under my porch" she screeched! By that time it had come within a couple of feet from an opening under her porch, but I managed to whack it a few times with the Lesche long handle to put it out of it's misery. That ended the drama. It was over!
The lady by now a completely different person, was ecstatic, running over to give us both a hug and even offered to pay us for our services. No need for that we said. "I am so glad you both came here when you did" she said with a hint of tears in her eyes. We thanked her but said we needed to be on our way, and as we were leaving I said to my son, "Let's get out of here before the police come!"
But, I now have the landlady's phone number and something tells me we will be back.
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