YOUR STORY: 98-year-old remembers irate brown snake
I CAME across an incredible snake over 60 years ago in the heavily wooded slopes of Tooloombah Creek.
The snake was lying in a patch of sunlight in the scrub. It was of a muddy brown colour similar to the eastern brown.
I could not believe the immensity of coils lying around its evil looking head. I estimated by the number of coils it had to be over 15ft (4.57m) long.
I had a 0.22 rifle, which I fired at his head. I must have just gouged a piece out of his many coils.
For, in the blink of an eye, the snake uncoiled and, showing the creamy underbelly that all browns have, his whole extended length shot past me, 5 or 6ft (1.5m-1.8m) from the ground.
I had no desire to tangle with an angry and wounded snake.
I left and never returned.
I was foolishly clad in sandshoes and shorts. I would never have made it home had I been bitten.
There must have been similar snakes in the area.
An interesting part of this area is known as Stewarts Shaft, where coal was mined and taken by drays and wagons to the then small town of Rockhampton to be used in the production of gas at the local gasworks.
I am well into my 98th year and the memory of the incredible length of that snake will stay with me until I have gone.