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I don't care if the detector identifies the target as a silver dollar at 6 inches, DON'T DIG IN A FIRE ANT HILL!!!!
 
I'd dig it if I thought it was a silver dollar! BTW, I was all drunk in 1986 and stepped in a fire ant mound barefoot. I still have scars all over my foot. They attacked all at once as soon as I swatted one. Couldn't wear shoes comfortably for weeks.

Chris
 
Yeah they are nasty little buggers. Got a friend in Arizona that crawled onto an ant hill when he was a baby and got stung all over his body. His dad heard him screaming and ran out, grabbed him, and raced to the doctor. On the way he kept pouring brandy into my friend's mouth. The doc said that saved his life or he would have been dead. Now if he gets stung by just one ant he gets sick and big lumps form in his armpits and both sides of his groin area. They left a real nasty after effect. I was always lucky and avoided them little monsters when I was in their world. Them, scorpions, tarantulas, gila monsters, and rattlers of all kinds. Did come face to face with a big cottonmouth one time, and I mean face to face - six inches between our noses. He opened his big mouthand all I could see was acres of white.

Bill
 
On the same camping trip where I got attacked by fire ants I also saw a copperhead. Luckily I spotted it before getting too close. That trip was great except for the fire ants and the fact that we drank all our beer on the first night.

Chris
 
I dug in MANY fire ant hills. I was defiant! I wasn't going to let any ant keep me from my treasure. I hate those things. I think they wait till they get about a hundred on you and than bite you all at once.

I'm that way about any critter. I live in WV. now. No more fire ants, but my wife freaked out because we had a pile of bear poop in the back yard. That was after the neighbor said the deer are not so bad about getting into stuff, the bears are. They really tear up things.
 
Glad to see you're still around. I see you're using a new machine. Do you still use your Ace? This forum isn't the same without your hunts.

Chris
 
That's why I graduated to a screwdriver that was at least 10-12" long. I sometimes wonder if they use metal sorta like a solar heater for their incubators since the metal absorbs heat and many ant hill seem to have SOME metal in them.
 
Yeah bears are pesky critters and really fast. :) One of my best friends was a bear hunter and when we all lived in Northern Idaho he downed a silvertip black bear that stood seven feet and weighed slightly over 600 pounds. That was one helluva black bear, about twice the size of a normal black bear. How'd you like to have a few of those roaming around in your back yard?.

Bill
 
Copperheads have no fear of man and are actually an upland moccasin, their cousin being the water moccasin or cottonmouth. Their bite is very rarely fatal but you will wish you had died before you got better. Had one run right between my legs one time. I stood very still and let him pass. If you camp out at any campgrounds where they stockpile wood - check the piles very carefully before picking any up as copperheads love them and they have no qualms about sharing the campsite with you.

Bill.
 
I thought so. Me and my step-dad were logging for catfish ( called noodling, grabbing and other names depending on what state you're in ) and I was up against the roots of this big tree that had toppled over, reaching under the roots in the water trying to grab Mr. catfish when I heard this rustling noise right above my forehead. I tilted my head back to see what it was and there was this really big cottonmouth staring me right in the face. Guess I had disturbed him and he crawled out of the snags to see what it was. I don't know who was startled worse but I didn't bother to pursue the subject, I instantly jumped backwards in the water - about twenty feet. Then I went stomping out of the creek cussing up a strorm, telling my old man on the way that this was my last time logging for catfish, and it was. I always feared grabbing ahold of an alligator snapper but I lucked out on that. I've been close to venomous snakes in my time but that was much too close. Their mouth spread open is really big when you're practically in it :rofl:

Bill
 
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