Saturday, January 2, 2010

Hoop Snakes and Jesus

I first heard about hoop snakes when I was about 8 years old. Chances are if you are 60 or younger, you have never heard of a hoop snake. Let me describe one.

Hoop snakes grow to unbelievable lengths. Some have been known to attain lengths of over 20 feet. Their venom is especially lethal. Cattle weighing a thousand pounds or more have been known to die within three minutes after being bitten by a hoop snake.

Hoop snakes get their name from an uncanny talent known only to their particular species; the ability to form their body into a hoop by grasping their tail with their jaws. In this unusual configuration they can attain great speeds as they literally roll after their prey. I was told they could easily outrun a horse and in fact horses had been known to be killed by hoop snakes.

When I was a kid, walking alone on the dusty back roads of southern Missouri, I was always careful to walk in the middle of the road. Weeds and brush on either side could easily conceal a hoop snake silently waiting for its prey. Since there was no way one could determine from which side of the road an attack might take place, it was safer to walk in the middle where one would have at least a few feet advantage should a hoop snake give chase.

I had never actually seen a hoop snake, nor had any of my young friends, who warned me about them. But the people who told them knew someone who knew someone who had actually seen one.

Then one summer, an older friend told me he didn’t believe hoop snakes existed. I remember not being convinced. How could they not exist when someone, somewhere had actually seen one? It took some time but I finally was able to shed my delusional fear of hoop snakes.

I wonder if Jesus is just another hoop snake. We know he is dangerous because if we don’t believe in him he will see to it that we spend eternity in unbelievable agony. He makes a hoop snake look like a cuddly teddy bear by comparison. He leaves no doubt in the Christian bible what he has in mind. “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” John 14:6

There are of course other parallels. For example no living person I know of claims to have actually seen Jesus. We know there are people who knew people who knew people who knew people….we would have to string this thing out for two millennia to finally get to the first person who claimed he actually saw and talked to Jesus. The only person I can think of who claimed to have seen Jesus in our life time is Oral Roberts (died Dec. 2009) Some 32 years ago Roberts had a vision of Jesus. He was 900 feet tall. Many (some six billion of us) doubt the veracity of Reverend Roberts’s story. To us, seeing a guy 900 feet tall who is threatening to throw 5 billion people into hell would more likely be just a bad dream.

16 comments:

  1. There is another snake you could have mentioned. It is the blue racer but unlike the hoop snake would actually chase you. Some people still believe they exist. I saw a lot of snakes in Southern, Missouri on Peach Orchard Lane and along Blue Ditch, but never one that rolled or chased you. The reason I never saw one is because they simply don't exist. To this day, there are people I could never convince of this fact. Should anyone actually produce one, please post and produce credible evidence.

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  2. Hmmm...I have seen a racer. Don't remember it being blue.

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  3. It was at Mom and Dad's in Gipsy, MO!

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  4. Excellent piece, btw! I am passing it on to a couple friends!

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  5. Was that racer you saw a 1948 Crosley car? If so, I might have been driving it. Now as to its being at Gipsy, I find that possible. All kinds of things could be found on the Caster River. Down around Blodgett we didn't have rivers. In fact, the best we could find were drainage ditches. But hey, I'll keep looking for those snakes just after I get back from being taken on a snipe hunt. I have my tow sack ( gunny sack for some) ready for Charlie to pick me up. You can usually find them in grave yards.

    Jim

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  6. I wish to stane corrected. Actually "sit correctly" since I'm not standing. There really is a Blue Racer snake, but it is black, not to be confused with the Black Racer. It is the Calubes constrictor foxi found in Ontario, Michigan, Ohio, Minnesota, Wisconsin, and Illinois. If it exists in Blodgett, Missouri, I must not have known the difference between it and other snakes, but I doubt if they ever actually chased anyone. I can only tell you I was "an unchaste kid". Come to think of it, in all modesty I must confess to being "chaste".

    Jim

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  7. Make that "stand"

    Sorry
    Jim

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  8. Jim! Apology accepted. I believe it is the Castor River. I tell you, the da.... thing chased me.
    How'd you and Charlie do on that hunt?

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  9. I think I was left holding the sack. He and I had more experiences than Tom and Huck (the two kids from Hannibal), but we were so poor we couldn't afford Mississippi River stories. The best we had was Blue Ditch thanks to the diverting of the Caster River into the Mississippi via the Diversion Chanel. Otherwise, Big Lake would still be standing where Blue Ditch. I could tell snake stories, gigging stories, robbing bee tree stories, blackbird slaughtering stories, watermelon "borrowing" stories just to mention a few. Our stories might differ in critical details, but if our inspired holy scriptures could keep their stories straight, why would you expect two old guys (almost said "old farts", sorry) to keep their stories straight?

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  10. I just realized I made a few mistakes in my last post. Sorry. I got so carried away just thinking about some of stuff we were involved in that I never paid any attention to my typing. If it bothers you, either ignore it or edit it. By the way, do the same with this post. Here is my disclaimer: Whatever we did was either legal, happened too long ago, or figments of our imaginations.

    Jim

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  11. Giggle. I only mentioned Castor...well, because. I like to show off my spelling.
    Charlie is letting us down...next piece, please.

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  12. Jim, speak for yourself but I don't think Charlie EVER tells anything but the truth!

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  13. That's right. As M. Twain pointed out...I am a cut above Geo. Washington who could not tell a lie. I can but won't.

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  14. soupson, I never caught that misspelling of Castor. Thanks. You are probably right about Charlie. He has always been about as honest as anyone I have ever known. However, there is a goose story and his "conversation" with a game warden that may border on deception. Although, as I recall, he was influenced by an older guy. Maybe you could get him to relate that story. I just have second-hand accounts of the incident.

    Jim

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  15. Actually it was a duck, which I surreptitiously slipped out of my hunting jacket one winter day about dusky dark after being challenged to “stop right there!!” by a game warden who collared myself and Ken Kersey at the same time. (Hunting after sundown was illegal) Hell, that was the only time I could get anything!

    Evidently he went back later and found the “evidence”, because the next day when I came home from school, there was the mallard, on our front porch.

    He must have seen how poverty stricken we were and decided to leave it there for us to eat, rather than issue me a ticket for hunting after hours.

    In those bleak winter days a shotgun shell in exchange for a pot of protein was a no brainer.
    (As long as one was careful not to get caught hunting after dark) I got really good at bagging those fast flying suckers with a full moon out.

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  16. Charlie, I think this story is much like some of our bible stories. The story seems to change based on who tells it and when. Now the way I heard it the duck (goose,turkey,swan,eagle or whatever) was actually hidden along the fence row near Bob Rister's farm. I always thought it was the Griffin farm. Now this comes from my brother Bill who is older and likely more forgetful than some of us younger guys. Anyway, Bill tells the story that he and you were walking through that field some days or years (hey, I don't know much about it, but let me be creative) and you decided to see if the duck was still there. Now, Bill swears you found the skeleton. Now if none of this makes any sense, just make it a bible story and we can easily explain the contradictions.

    Jim

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