The Sprout and the Son-in-Law (SIL) related a heckuva rattlesnake story to me and the Texan the other day.
“We saw a HUGE rattler stretched out by the storage box!”
Did you kill him?
“Well….no. We tried throwing a heavy rock at him, but we missed”
The comical image bounced like a pinball in my mind. The Sprout and the SIL were out for a leisurely sunset walk in the country. Neither was prepared for the possibility of spotting a rattlesnake. The SIL despises snakes and his attempts to bean the snake with a heavy rock made me giggle. The Sprout reported his attempted killer rock throw was from about 20 feet…..didn’t want to take any unnecessary chances standing too close to an angry rattler. Smart SIL.
The next evening the brave duo appeared at our house and announced they were going back in to seek and destroy the offending rattlesnake. I grabbed my boots and my garden hoe and threw in with them. I love the gory-ness of slaying a rattler. We drove about a mile from our house to the land where I keep a couple of horses. Not the ‘best old-lady horse in the world’…show horse Rodney, but a couple of geldings with some lameness issues. OK, they are very expensive pets basically, but I sorta enjoy looking after them and living the horsey lifestyle. The old steel water tank the horses drink from sprung a leak.
|The water level is going…down….down|
|The leak was at the bottom of the metal tank|
|Don’t like a leak like this in the middle of a drought|
Anyhooooo……on with the deadly serious business at hand….the SNAKE HUNT! We trekked down the big hill. See the little house in the distance? That’s our target.
|Only green thing is the hardy mesquite tree|
|This is the reported snake hang-out. Notice fierce SIL with my hoe
Guess we scared the socks off the snake, because we didn’t see him anywhere.
|The grandson went with us. His first snake hunt|