Hell no!

Not even venomous.

I tell you what's fun, though. Having a yellow jacket crawling up under your glasses when you're about to take a shot on a nice doe.
 
I have a feeling it was staged as well. That and the young PFC needs to learn how to control his negative space, because that FFP fucking sucks and is asking for a naked eye bust. For those who don't want to click the link, here's the photo in discussion.

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Still though, regardless of what vermin is on or around you, one can't be a little bitch in the field. It's a grunt thing, POGs may not quite understand.
 
When I was 7 or 8 I was riding a pony near Steamboat Springs while my father was riding his horse in the vicinity. The pony was a rental and was always trying to go back to the barn. I'd kick the shit out of that stupid pony and he'd hardly go unless we were going back to the barn. One day while he was trotting back to the barn and I was bouncing around in the saddle he suddenly stopped. I couldn't figure this asshole out. I started kicking him with the stirrups as hard as a 2nd grader could. Wouldn't budge. About 30 seconds later I hear the rattle of a rattle snake and shortly after than the snake crossed the trail about three feet in front of the pony. After the rattle snake crossed the trail that pony trotted all the way back with me bouncing in the saddle doing double time. Fooking pony was smart. At least smarter than a 2nd grader. ;)
 
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