Another roundup story that my dad told me was when he was out there and after a long day he decided
he needed to use the toilet. They were in a spot where there was an outhouse available. My dad
entered the place and began his preparation when he heard the distinctive buzz of a rattler! Quickly
he pulled out his belt as a weapon and, in the complete dark; he jumped up on the seat and started
hollering for help. The rattler rattled and by dad stood guard until someone finally heard the cries and
came with a shovel to decapitate the creature. Maybe my fear of rattlesnakes is somewhat genetic.
Ps. I have never seen anyone as skilled in decapitating a snake as my grandpa. He is simply like a ninja
with a garden ho. I’ve seen him take off a head mid-strike!
yup!! Your grandpa is pretty amazing as a rattlesnake killer! Your dad doesn't do too bad himself. I HATE those snakes.
ReplyDelete