My sis-in-law called me today to come down to her back yard and help her kill a copperhead. I grabbed my Ruger Mark III and a shovel---didn't know what kind of war I'd be fighting. Got there and found she had the snake pinned to the ground with the butt end of a fishing pole. This thing was a baby---maybe ten inches long and no place on his body bigger than a pencil. The way SIL was acting you'd have thought it was the size of a fire hose.
I killed the thing, and then she allowed as to how it may have bitten her little dog, a dachshund, but she wasn't sure. Well, it wasn't long before she was sure----that dog's head swelled up big as a cantaloupe. She rushed him to the vet and he's okay now, but I was amazed at how potent that little snake was.
I killed the thing, and then she allowed as to how it may have bitten her little dog, a dachshund, but she wasn't sure. Well, it wasn't long before she was sure----that dog's head swelled up big as a cantaloupe. She rushed him to the vet and he's okay now, but I was amazed at how potent that little snake was.