Rod, if it were the rancher that snuffed the snake I wouldn't have spoken up 
(for the sake of landowner relations and all that).  But it was the cavers, and 
that kind of surprised me (though I'm sure the rancher would have approved at 
the time).  It's just that Florida is almost as thick on the ground with herp 
(reptiles & amphibians) fans as it is with snakes themselves.  And one of them 
was Clark Whitehorn, my best friend and the person whom I began caving with in 
high school.  He had a very high degree of environmental awareness for a 
teenager in the middle 1960's, and had turned me on to books like those of the 
late Archie Carr at the University of Florida on imperiled sea turtles, among 
the notable early studies of that ilk.  


Anyway, I was sold by then (1970) on the need ecological for predators, etc., 
and had to speak up for the idea of live and let live.  I don't think I did so 
offensively, and I certainly wasn't personally offended by the razzing I got.  
(Such is the stuff of good trip reports.)  After all, I was going back to 
Florida, and could dismiss them as "environmentally challenged, backward 
Texans."  


I wasn't then, and I'm not now, a vegan, Buddhist sort of 'do no harm' person.  
I've shot invasive nutria rats at our swamp house property.  But thus far, I've 
remarkably had only one test of principles* on my own turf (considering that 
the place is heaven for reptiles).  I heard one of my terriers barking with his 
distinctive "I've got something spotted but I can't decide if I should kill it 
or run away" barks.  He was about two feet from a moccasin at the edge of the 
swampy, heavily vegetated part of our shoreline, holding his position and 
barking for all he was worth.  I knew he would either bite me or go for the 
snake or try to do both when he is in that frame of mind, and an 18-lb dog can 
easily be bitten fatally by a pit viper.  


I didn't think I could get a fatal shot or bash in without a good chance of the 
snake striking, so I dashed to the shed and retrieved a pack of firecrackers 
(which he is terrified of).  I lit it and tossed it between them, which worked 
to get the dog out of harm's way as he streaked to the safety of the house.  
And the flashes, smells, and concussions seemed to register with the (deaf, 
like all snakes) cottonmouth, as it turned away and slithered into deep water.  


Now in this case my use of a non-lethal method was the result of a quick choice 
as to what might get the dog out of the way with the best chance of escaping a 
bite.  If I could have safely killed the snake, I probably would have.  But I 
did consciously decide not to try and pursue and kill it.  I just threw several 
more packs of firecrackers into the vegetated, swampy margin to convince the 
snake that this wasn't a pleasant place to be.  


*That is the only venomous snake that has made itself visible on or along the 
several hundred twisted feet of shoreline on the property, or in the mowed yard 
portion in the 8 years we've had the place.


Roger Moore
(now a member of GHG, the successor to the Rice Grotto of this story)



-----Original Message-----
From: Rod Goke <[email protected]>
To: [email protected]; [email protected]
Sent: Wed, Feb 24, 2010 5:11 am
Subject: Re: [Texascavers]  snakes? (and other venomous critters)


Yes, Roger. Farmers and ranchers have had a long history of dealing with 
venomous critters in their own novel ways. 
 

 

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