We went to the farm last weekend. Now there are three houses on the farm. I keep my Jeep in one of the garages but not at the house we usually stay at. We pull up, I get out and my wife gets in the driver’s side of my truck. It is a little over an hour from our house to the farm so I open up the garage and then step around the outside corner to relieve myself. I am about half way done and look down. I was pissing on a not so happy 4 to 4 ½ foot snake. I managed to jump back without making a mess. I could tell it wasn’t a poisonous one so I quickly finished and went back to the truck, got out my .45 and killed him.
I am not scared of snakes but when you are mid-stream and look down and see a snake of that size it quickly gets your attention. Just so I don’t come off as trying to be Billy Bad Ass snakes don’t bother me, now if it would have been a roach on my pant leg I would have screamed like a girl and probably ran for a good 2 miles before I stopped.