DCF Refugee Internment Camp

[Okeefenokee]

Not yet. We'll make a trip there soon. With school and work, it's hard to find time to make trips. This past May we took a weekend to drive to Georgia to meet my family. Her family is spread between Roatan, Miami, Utah, and NYC. It's gonna take several trips.

[Montegriffo]

Not yet. We'll make a trip there soon. With school and work, it's hard to find time to make trips. This past May we took a weekend to drive to Georgia to meet my family. Her family is spread between Roatan, Miami, Utah, and NYC. It's gonna take several trips.

I reckon you've got the order right, maybe even skip NYC and go to the island twice.

[Okeefenokee]

Not yet. We'll make a trip there soon. With school and work, it's hard to find time to make trips. This past May we took a weekend to drive to Georgia to meet my family. Her family is spread between Roatan, Miami, Utah, and NYC. It's gonna take several trips.

I reckon you've got the order right, maybe even skip NYC and go to the island twice.

Nah, I'd like to see the big city. She tells me the island isn't what it used to be. When she grew up there, the only way onto the island was by air. Ever since the ferry started making cheap trips from Honduras, things have gone downhill.

The outdoors in Utah are something she hypes a lot. I took her to the mountains in Georgia where I grew up, and now it's my turn.



I camped on that island many times. The earliest I can remember, my dad walked across the river with an ice chest on his shoulder and me in a pool floatie tied to his belt. He had a stringer of bream tied to the bank, and when he sent me down to get one, this giant fucking black snake that was there eating them lunged out of the water at me when I pulled in the stringer. I remember him showing me how it kept moving from involuntary nervous activity after it was dead. Good times.

[Montegriffo]

Fucking snakes, Me and my mate Mike screamed like girls when we saw a grass snake in my house in France.

[Okeefenokee]

Fucking snakes, Me and my mate Mike screamed like girls when we saw a grass snake in my house in France.

This thing was six inches thick. Huge fucking snake. Dad heard me scream (I was four), came down and threw it back in the river. It came back, and came back, and came back. Realizing it wasn't going to stop coming back to where it found a bounty of captive fish, Dad had to kill it. I have the image imprinted in my brain of him holding it up while it's muscles still contracted after it's head had been smashed.

We ran into diamond backs often. There's a bit of folk lore about diamond backs following in pairs. My sister, step brother, and I used to go to the end of the driveway and race to the house. One day there was a diamond back in the middle of the driveway that we somehow all jumped over without being bitten. Dad came out and killed it. A day later it's mate was stopped in the same place, unable to continue, the scent stopping there. Had to unite it with it's mate in snake heaven.

[Montegriffo]

Fucking snakes, Me and my mate Mike screamed like girls when we saw a grass snake in my house in France.

This thing was six inches thick. Huge fucking snake. Dad heard me scream (I was four), came down and threw it back in the river. It came back, and came back, and came back. Realizing it wasn't going to stop coming back to where it found a bounty of captive fish, Dad had to kill it. I have the image imprinted in my brain of him holding it up while it's muscles still contracted after it's head had been smashed.

We ran into diamond backs often. There's a bit of folk lore about diamond backs following in pairs. My sister, step brother, and I used to go to the end of the driveway and race to the house. One day there was a diamond back in the middle of the driveway that we somehow all jumped over without being bitten. Dad came out and killed it. A day later it's mate was stopped in the same place, unable to continue, the scent stopping there. Had to unite it with it's mate in snake heaven.

I think I heard you talk about that before.
Don't dismiss grass snakes though, they can give you a nasty suck.

[Okeefenokee]

This driveway,

[Okeefenokee]

Fucking snakes, Me and my mate Mike screamed like girls when we saw a grass snake in my house in France.

This thing was six inches thick. Huge fucking snake. Dad heard me scream (I was four), came down and threw it back in the river. It came back, and came back, and came back. Realizing it wasn't going to stop coming back to where it found a bounty of captive fish, Dad had to kill it. I have the image imprinted in my brain of him holding it up while it's muscles still contracted after it's head had been smashed.

We ran into diamond backs often. There's a bit of folk lore about diamond backs following in pairs. My sister, step brother, and I used to go to the end of the driveway and race to the house. One day there was a diamond back in the middle of the driveway that we somehow all jumped over without being bitten. Dad came out and killed it. A day later it's mate was stopped in the same place, unable to continue, the scent stopping there. Had to unite it with it's mate in snake heaven.

I think I heard you talk about that before.
Don't dismiss grass snakes though, they can give you a nasty suck.

When I was about ten, I had this little grass snake about six inches long, and I played with that thing until it had had enough. It reared up and opened it's mouth, ready to strike. I adjusted how much respect I had for it, and we were cool again.

[SuburbanFarmer]

We had snakes everywhere in Florida. You get kinda used to smashing their heads after a while.

I remember once I went fishing in a little retention pond next to my work. I was perched up on a concrete drainpipe casting, when I heard a rustling below my feet. I looked down and saw a 6-foot black fucker, about 4-5 inches thick. I suspect it was a giant water moccasin, but I didn't stick around to find out.

[Speaker to Animals]

When I was a teenager, my father took me on vacation to Arizona. We were exploring the Sonora desert one day, and when I walked around some bushes, there was this really big rattler of some kind. This thing actually stood up to my eye level and hissed at me not two feet in front of me. Not afraid at all. I backed away and left the area. Good thing he didn't feel like biting me. But I am telling you those things can stand up.