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 A tiger snake yarn from PeterBy: Peter Tremain This is a true story and happened to some of my mates while they were fishing on the Murray River years ago. It's not exactly about fishing, but more the adventures that happen on fishing trips. I turned the story into a poem and here it is: Tiger Snake! In a camp on the river bend not many years ago The lads had gathered by the light of a red gum fire's glow As they sat stories were told around the campfire Of daring deeds, great fish caught and perils most dire While the chops spat and the billy brewed the tales came thick and fast As after the day's fishing they prepared a fine repast After several yarns, jests and jibes the dinner now was ready The mugs were filled, a toast was made, the aroma was quite heady And as they sat to eat their fill the camp fell still and quiet But up jumped Bob, dropped his dish and took off into the night Snake! He cried in mortal fear as he headed for the river It was the cry that was bound to cause the turning of your liver Quick as a flash the tiger snake shot into the tent 'A 6 footer' sharp eyed Tom yelled, 'I saw which way it went' The tent was dropped and carefully searched for the deadly serpent Till finally pinned with a stick, its fate was sure and certain But Tom cried 'spare the club, and I'll show yoose all a trick I'll snap its head clean off its neck by giving it a flick' So grasping hold the scaly tail he swung it round his head As all looked on at the fearsome beast they held in so much dread As it whirled above their heads it whistled through the air Such a sight and awful sound to cause standing of your hair He cracked the snake like a stockman's whip to remove the wicked head A sickening snap told them all that the giant reptile was dead But a gurgling cry rent the air of that fateful camp As Bob dropped to the ground, his hand to his throat he clamped He was hit in the neck by the snake's head like a spear And from his lips as he clutched his throat these words they could hear: 'You've killed me mate, I've been bit right on the juggler vein' It was clear to see the deadly venom was causing horrendous pain 'You'll have to suck the poison out or I'll surely die' His mates looked on in sorrow and gave a collective sigh But as he rolled upon the ground that snake began to struggle It was very clear for all to see that the job had been a muddle For on that snake the deadly head was still firmly attached And to terrified Tom's trouser leg the murderous fangs were latched The camp dissolved into a melee of flailing sticks and clubs As into pulp the hapless beast was given a mighty drub When at last it was dispatched and the dust had finally settled Poor Bob's hands were prised from his neck to check his state of fettle What was found shocked the crew and made them laugh out loud It was no bite that caused the welt that stood out red and proud The snake's last meal was a frog and as the whip was cracked From it's jaws the frog had shot to give Bob's throat a whack There is a lesson from this tail that all should clearly take When camping by the river be careful the error not to make The lesson from this story, the one we all should own When you meet a 6 foot tiger snake - leave the bloody thing alone! (19 February 2003) |
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