[FWD] About the snake...

============================================================================== * Forwarded by Valerij Kozhevnikoff (500:95/468.2) * Area : SU.HUMOR; (FidoNet) * From : Yurik Suvorov, 2:5020/1610.19 (08 Oct 02 06:11) * To : All * Subj: About the snake... ============================================================================== Hello All! ─ SURVIVAL.GUIDE (2:5020/1610.19) ──────────────────────────── SURVIVAL.GUIDE ─ From : Kirill Rozhdestvenskiy 2:5020/214.26 Fri 04 Oct 02 01:53 To : All Fri 04 Oct 02 18:07 Subj : /tlk/ by the way, about biology ───────────────────────────────────── ───────────────────────────────────── Hello All! the story is like this. city park, lake (quite large, several hundred acres), late evening; the lights are off, the light is only from the sky and sometimes from my lantern, when you need to tie a knot. like, I’m catching catfish (for some reason I caught catfish instead only small basses, but this is not relevant). at some point I notice a small whitish spot moving quickly through the water in my direction; moreover so faint that it is visible only with peripheral vision. by water, in principle, there were a fair amount of duck feathers floating around, but it seemed almost calm - why so quickly and why to me? I illuminate with a flashlight: snakes. floats towards me. well, it happens; There are plenty of snakes around the lake, although it is still unclear why it is swimming towards me.I follow it with a beam, and finally I discern what it is. and I retreat from the shore, for it is copperhead; Agree, not the most pleasant guest. and the impudent snake pokes into shore at my feet and continues to climb out at the same confident pace as he swam. I don’t want to move to another place, since that’s where my equipment, and a fair amount of it, and you can’t drag everything in a minute, but it is not possible to discover a hidden kite in any of the bags, trunks, backpacks seemed like a good prospect to me. so I took the first twig I found and pushed the snake into the water. The snake was surprised and climbed onto the shore again - in the same place. I he was pushed off again; he hissed (without curling up to throw) for formality and - That's right, I climbed again. then I stamped - as thoroughly as I could with my weight the snake instantly drowned and pretended at the bottom that it was not there, what was it a worthless, dead snake, and there’s no point in looking at it. and after ten seconds - That's right, he surfaced and confidently climbed onto the shore. in the same place. such games lasted about five minutes until I got fed up (I didn’t want to kill the snake, It's a bad thing, it's simple; I just wanted to drive it away). after I got him once again I pushed him into the water, and he once again climbed onto the shore, I didn’t He held out and lashed him with the same twig. depicted a snake twisted rag (I had never seen anything like this before, it was obviousexpression "yy, &^%$@":), however, after a second of such self-expression, he curled up into a standard attacking position. here the sprouts of serpentophobia emerged in me, I pushed this infection back into the lake, and when it showed its head again shore - from the soul I hit this head from the foot. the unfortunate kite flew a meter three in the position "a city stick with a built-in evil whistle" and plopped into water, after which he immediately scratched strictly along the shore - and swam like that 200 meters (I accompanied him with a beam, as far as the power of the flashlight was enough); then I just lost him from sight. however, the mood was no longer the same, and it was cool after stomping along the shore it suddenly became so abrupt that within half an hour I had to roll up and splash into the parking lot. and now - a question for experts: what the hell did he need, this poisonous hose? We immediately reject the following assumptions: - swam towards the light (in the process of “pushing and pulling” I threw the lantern to the side, without any whatever influence ultimately has on the serpentine sense of purpose; but I had to light up the backup lamp); - he has a hole there (I examined every centimeter of the shore during the day; I double-checked at night with a flashlight - well, no holes, and the shore is made of trampled clay); - there is the most convenient bank for climbing out (over a length of at least 100 meters the coastline is absolutely the same, the shore itself is the same, as well as the structure of the bottom at a distance of up to 5 meters from the shore);In general, I'm at a loss. The three most likely seem to be: - he’s been going there all his life, it’s a habit, you know... in this case it’s not clear, Why didn’t I meet him there earlier: in my life I throw off equipment there and put it there catfish threw a spell, after which I began to wander around, plus or minus fifty meters with spinning rod for bass; - he crawled precisely according to the fishing soul: perhaps he got used to the fact that at the sight of him fishermen run away, throwing away their equipment and bait, and they can calmly refresh yourself with bait. - this is such a special snake with inflamed curiosity. he was curious what is this heat spot dancing here on the shore (and at night they are mostly in the infrared range they are oriented, so my LED lights were up to feni). or maybe he decided that this, which stands as if washed up on the shore and does not go away - worthy prey, which you can grab once and then until the morning chew?.. the prey is a bit too big, you won’t swallow it :) nothing else worthwhile comes to mind.. does anyone have any ideas? W.B.R. Gremlinn AKA Caliostro // Gun Smith ─ SURVIVAL.GUIDE (2:5020/1610.19) ──────────────────────────── SURVIVAL.GUIDE ─ From : Kirill Rozhdestvenskiy 2:5020/214.26 Mon 07 Oct 02 12:54 To : All Tue 08 Oct 02 05:49 Subj : /bio/ more about snakes ───────────────────────────────────── ─────────────────────────────────────Hello All! Yesterday I was on that lake again, and everything regarding “my” snake became clear. he doesn't he was drunk, he has no inflamed curiosity... this is his kind of gesheft. However, in order. When I arrived at the place, I discovered a huge mess there. judging by everything, someone before He hunted me for catfish and left me with a pile of waste when he left. learned from the past at the same time, I put on snake boots, however, given my habit of squatting during time for retrieving the spinning bait (so that the silhouette against the sky is not visible to the fish draw), I carefully examined the shore with a flashlight. just not to be bitten in the ass at the most inopportune moment :) upon examination it became clear that waste on the shore is not just waste, but traces of a stampede. yes, mine the collection of finds has been replenished with an excellent donkey bell, quite good a wobbler and a beautiful silver “spinner”. also available on shore a jar of chicken livers (open, half empty) and a jar of worms in which There were still about seven worms left. judging by the jar of livers, someone ate from there and undernourished; some of the meat was hanging over the edge, several pieces lay on the ground. I at one time rejected such a scheme as completely crazy, however Now I remembered and fell into place, “like my own”; so I'm looking at Donkey bell and throwing a spinning rod, carefully watched the water. About half an hour later he appeared, as I expected.http://www.povodok.ru/encyclopedia/brem/list3rus/art474.html (translation is rotten, but I couldn’t find a better one), he didn’t recognize me right away, so he started to scare me from the spot: stood up to his full height in shallow water (there, about 5 meters from the shore, the depth is tens centimeters) and Hissed Very Scary :) according to the script, apparently, I was supposed to quickly, quickly, in a panic, grab the belongings and run away, leaving Vkusnyu on the shore The bait (apparently, he did not have time to finish the fruits of the escape of the previous victim). not Having achieved the result, he crawled closer; repeated. I already felt funny (so Moreover, I was standing tall and wearing Sneakers, so I had practically nothing to do not threatening; and even if he managed to bite, he had the antidote with him in the first aid kit, on night fishing from the shore in Georgia is a must). the snake, apparently, was surprised, but crawled closer; then I stamped. he lay to the bottom (very funny: lake level dropped slightly, and in that place its “bedding to the bottom” looked like “half-flooded” :) and for a minute he was neither seen nor heard. after which This hose, in the best traditions of horror films, jumped out of the water with a loud hissing in the “cobra stance”. and instantly got his boot on the slurp. only after It seems he recognized me, because he swam parallel to the shore; however, having seen that I was not accompanying him, about 20 meters from me he climbed onto the shore and quietly crawled towards my backpack. “And you will receive death from your horse,” I thought andbuttoned up his clothes. on time, because as soon as I moved away, the hose instantly began examine the backpack. not finding anything interesting, he began to rustle in my bags (the bags contained silicone worms, nothing edible). making sure that there was nothing to catch there, he crawled up to me and again tried to scare me by standing on this time not in the stance of a cobra, but in the pose of a rattle ready to attack. similar knowledge foreign languages deserved encouragement, so I threw him a piece of lard (lard I took it with me for chopping). He swallowed it on the fly, the bastard, and didn’t say thank you. but fell behind and went to investigate the jar of chicken livers, scaring me out of my wits at some point, because it began to champ loudly from there (the sound was as if Behind me, such a well-fed boar decided to have some refreshment). further fishing proceeded relatively calmly, except for the fact that I squatted I couldn’t make up my mind anymore, but the snake periodically crawled into my field of vision and got into a pose and demanded lard. crawled too close once and got kicked again, then Why didn’t he crawl closer than two meters :) when I left, he was already barely moved: overeating. because he sentenced somewhere a quart of chicken livers, plus 30 grams lard (which the weather obviously didn’t do). that per meter - a meter twenty of its length gives quite a dirigible.. which is exactly what it was :) next time I’ll take it with me I've got a digital camera on the shore, I'll try to capture this bastard. I'm almost sure thathe will reappear. W.B.R. Gremlinn AKA Caliostro // Gun Smith ==================================== Hello, All! WBR, Jason. /*e-mail: jason2000(scary dog)yandex.ru ICQ: 62235830*/ /np:/ *silence*