Damn rattle snakes....54 chevy in the woods.

A farmer told me he had a 54 chevy back on his property thats been there for years. This story gives you an idea on what we go through for our cars... So he gives me a idea how to find it and I start walkin back in the woods... had to cross a 10ft deep ditch that was obvously installed since the 54 got put back there... Got wet up to my knees.. klimbed out the other side of the ditch gettin snagged on every *****ly vine in the state of SC. Then I see the 54... its obviously been there a WHILE. Its the rustyest intact 54 I've seen BUT it has some nice stainless and the grill and teeth aren't bad...The hood was up and the motor is covered past the valve cover with leaves... I yanked the cracked open door only for the jam of the door to fall off and the door fall and cut my leg.... the lower 2 foot of the car is rusted off... After seein under the hood and inside the car I deside to open the trunk to look for cool old vintage dead bodys... I open it and don't see much....then as I was loosing interest in the empty trunk space, a quite lengthy rattle snake d****s down from inside the trunk lid frame... So what did I do, I dropped the trunk lid...screamed like a little ***** and ran about 15 foot or so tripped and went face first into stinky ol wet black leaves... Then comin to my senses realizing I CAN'T go away empty handed so I sneak back slowly and I proceed to yank the stainless from around the front and rear gl***, the rocker stainless from both sides bringin the rockers with them lol. And the little stainless thinggy around the gas door. I didn't have anything to get the grill out so I will go back later. You shoulda seen me get the rocker trim, I'd give it a yank then run away a few feet makin sure nothin was gonna "get" me. lol BUT this ain't all... not by far....as I was walkin outa the woods with a huge pile of **** in my arms, I see what was left of a 4dr convert model t body across ANOTHER 6ft ditch, so I drop the parts and climb down and over... its rough,the cowl is nice though and would look kick *** ATLEAST in a garden or somethin. I later found out that he used to play in the model T when he was a little boy, he used to sit behind the wheel and pretend he was driving, so its been there a while also considering he is in his late to mid 60s. SO back to my story I was pokin around the T body and somehow disturbed a nest of wasps.. Bad thing is I didn't notice it till one popped me right on my nose.. God damn it hurt... SO here I am runnin around half blind with my eyes watered up runnin around the edge of a cotton field... Yes I trip....fall and get dirt in my mouth...I lost the wasps, jumped the ditch grabed my parts, jumped the other ditch and got the hell outa dodge... Not really sure if the grill and teeth are worth the pain goin back an gettin lol. Damn snakes are kinda worryin me.. But I need that grill........ and I need to shoot pics of these cars...and the ditches....

 

C9 better watch out... Spudz is starting to write novels!!!


Well, Short stories at least...

I think it's time to start packing a 9mm and get some parts and Snake filets at the same time!
Some snake skin would make fine seats. Theres a car in the Blackhawk museum that's upholstered with hundreds of toad skins.

 

I've heard of putting blood, sweat and tears into your p***ion... but no body ever told me there would be snakes!

 

Haha, snakes and wasps all in one trip. That's rough. If it had been me, I'd have screamed like a ***** and ran, too. Snakes ****.

 

Man, you had a hell of a day! Rattle Snakes = No Bueno...

Go back and get that grill mang... Just like I tell everyone who ever helps me in the garage... "If it were easy, evryone would do it."

At least you'll have a good story to tell on cruise nights....

 

Thats wild, my mother-in-law still has her familys farm in Branchville. Just the other day I was asking her if there were any old cars still left out there.

 

That's quite the story...LOL. You should definatley go back and take some pics though.

 

the good thing is when there are snakes living in it you won't have a rat **** problem!

 

Aw, rattlesnakes ain't no thang...I'd be more worried about runnin' into some flighty *** deer or a stray dog back there. (I used to grab rattlers and carry them over to the next lake when I was younger and spent Summers up at the cottage to keep Grandpa from killin' em!).

Get a picture of the snake, too!!!

 

I lost the wasps, jumped the ditch grabed my parts, jumped the other ditch and got the hell outa dodge... Not really sure if the grill and teeth are worth the pain goin back an gettin lol. You go girl.Snake skin would proly make a nice steering wheel cover,Lmfao
T.OUT

 

I hate snakes......they are keepers of the car.....

thanks for sharing.....pics would be good......

 

Spudz. Terrific story. Better plot than some of the Indiana Jones movies.
Bill

 

Sounds like something that would happen up here... except replace the snake with an evil hissing beaver stompin' his tail on the ground to let us know to get away from his territory

 

Your killing me! Thats funny stuff form a 3rd patrty view! If it was me I would be pissed for a couple of days them laugh alot about it.

By the way don't they have a spray for that? A little snake-and-wasp-be-gone spritzer. I bought mine at the local hardware store.

 

Snakes don't bother me....wasps on the other hand hurt and harder to get away from. Great tale!!

 

Gierhed, whats her name?? I may know her.

Yeah I wanna get pics, I was plannin on grabbin pics of the snake if I could find em again..

 

Damn spudz, you got me laughing really good over that one........

 

a big can of wasp and hornet killer, and a .357 loaded up with some .38 caliber "snake snappers", that's what you need...and a wheelbarrow.

 

freakin awesome

that was the best car in the woods story i have heard in ages

 

F.Hack.....now don't make him think it's a light matter.....

I've told this story before,but believe me- you DON'T want to get bitten by a pit viper...
I got bit by a Western Diamondback Rattler the girth of SHIP ROPE and almost met my Maker....See, we were scouting the salt gr*** Tx coastal brush in an old abandoned WW2 training camp/airfield for ,what else, something to drag home and salvage, and of course I get fanged-BUT GOOD......neurotoxin,baby....throat closed shut,heart slowed down,leg swollen 3 times,turned black & blue....they shot me full of some stuff and horse antivenin,while the sheriff threw up as the old sawbones doc CARVED the already rotting flesh out of my leg.....

Be careful.....I come from a place where rattlers thrived every few yards and in the 1800's Cannibal Indians,6-7 feet tall ran wild.....

Texas means "friend".....

 

Yikes! The rattlers I've grabbed, played with and carried around were Missasauga Rattlesnakes...kind of like the Gomer Pyle of serphent soldiers I guess...pretty laid back and mellow.

You got some nasty ****ers out your way, Johnny!!!

 

Berry was the last name, she hasn't lived there since she was a teenager. She is in her 60s now.

 

yeah, there are Berrys all over the place down here.

 

Thee Best story all week !
I laughed my *** off!
Thanks for sharing. We need a good laugh every once in a while.

 

Damned good story. I laughed my *** off, because I've been in similar cir***stances! I hate snakes, and we have a ****load down here (diamondbacks and pigmy's, along with water moccasins) so you have to watch where your pokin' around all the time! And remember, where theres one snake, theres probably more snakes! If you hiked it out that far, you'd never make it back if you got really nailed by one, so beware! I'd pack a pistol next trip out, maybe a shotgun so you don't have to aim, just don't mar the trim pieces when you shoot!! LOL!!

 

Great story, still laughing. Pics would be cool, you need that grill. Sometimes the things we go through to build are cars.