Yesterday, I was working down in the woods burning off a batch of scrap lumber. After letting the pile burn down, I went down to check the pile to make sure it was progressing well. Instead of my heavy leather boots that I had been wearing, I wore my low top slip on shoes. First mistake and I knew it when I did it, but being in a hurry allowed me to make a slip in judgement. While stoking the fire, I had burnt some magazines that weren't burning well, so I needed some more wood to get some flame going and needed to get some more scrap. I had been digging out of the pile all day and this time as before I had been telling myself each time to watch out for snakes and I did. When I got my board, I turned around and got my foot caught in some rose thorn. I stopped to see which way I needed to move to get out of the vine and realized there was none. That is when I saw the leaves move and while I hate snakes and they scare me, I immediately got pissed at myself for being stupid. I looked down and sure enough, two holes. I got a metal pipe and jammed him behind the head. I am fortunate that it was me and not my three year old daughter that was with me. I told her to go tell mommy to get the truck ready to go to the hospital. I got a stick and got the snake in a bucket and headed up to the truck, had o keep telling myself that I needed to stay calm and move slowly. I got the bucket in the truck and we headed off to the hospital. We called 911 and told them to notify the hospital that we were inbound with a snake bite, they passed me to the emergency room directly. Lesson number two. When telling a nurse that you have the snake with you and they say they don't need it, you need to ask them, "Is that the doctors wish?" when they say no. It seems that women don't want to see the snake and will tell you that they don't need it before asking. Three nurses said "NO, we don't need it", before asking the doctor who said emphatically, "Yes, I want the snake". Then the fight was on as to who was going to go out and get the thing. Security refused, the nurses were all trying to push it off. My wife finally got irritated and took my three year old out and had to do it herself. When she came back in, a different nurse asked what she had, when my wife said, "The snake" She said that she needed to immediately "get that thing out of here" I was sitting there and promptly chimed in, "I think you need to go gt your doctor as he wants it" So, my wife stood there with it for about five minutes before they figured out what they were going to do with it. Once they got me in-processed, they put me in a wheel chair and wheeled me out in the lobby and told me that if I started feeling dizzy or got a metallic taste in my mouth, to say something. I did that for about an hour before they finally wheeled me back to a room. They then put me up on a bed and I laid there for four hours before they finally let me go home. At hour three, they finally gave me some pain killers. I asked why no antivenin, seems that the antivenin has it's own problems and since copperheads are not normally fatal, they would rather watch and let your body take care of it naturally if it can. Here is what my foot looked like while waiting. There are two punctures, one looks long like it was torn, and a third puncture. This one is of the top of my foot showing the swelling (right foot) The doctor was looking for my foot to start turning white, excessive bruising at the bite site, which would show venom injection. It seems that I got some venom injected as I had some bruising and pain. Initially, I could feel the fang stick, but no other pain. As we were driving to the hospital, my ankle started getting a dull pain type of soreness, like I sprained my ankle. By the time we got to the hospital, I had some muscle shaking of my leg and right arm that lasted about 45 minutes. After I got back into the room, the dull pain persisted, but then the sharper pain started appearing around the bite site and moving down the outside of my foot to the side of the ball of my foot. By about hour two, they let my wife go get me some food, when it arrived, I swung my foot over the side of the bed to get where I could sit up and eat. Wrong answer, as soon as the blood hit my foot, the pain hit and it was strong. They gave me a Loritab (sp) for the pain, but it did little, it took a second one about an hour later. They did finally put an ice pack on it, but the touch of the pack on my foot hurt more than it helped. They finally released me at 0100 in the morning and the getting dress and move to the truck was excruciating. The only thing worse than getting to the truck was the drive home. I had to hold my foot up off the floor for 20 minutes and every bump was like knives in my foot. When I got home and finally got my foot elevated, life got much better and I actually slept through the night, Percocet is now my friend. When I got up this morning and put my foot over the side of the bed, I almost whited out from the pain. The only way I could keep the pain to a manageable level was to get on my belly and low crawl to the bathroom. When I got there, then I had to figure out how to get up on the toilet without using my foot. I just had to gut the pain to do it. Overall, not the experience that I expected. As my foot progresses, I'll keep this thread updated. As I was laying in the hospital bed, I got to thinking what one would need to do in a survival situation when medical treatment isn't available. I hope this give others a pause for thought.