A few years ago Sue saw a snake crawling across the ground at our cabin and disappear under the deck. A couple of minutes later I found him under this rock and managed to get him into an empty dog food sack...ALIVE. No big deal for an old gnarly guy born and raised in South Texas or West Oklahoma...but I'm from Missouri. We didn't have rattlesnakes where I came from, as far as I know. In case your wondering if this was really a rattle snake, it was. Most folks from Missouri and Arkansas would call this a Copper Head. About everyone I've ever known who cut the tail off a snake, cut the tail off a Copper Head. The next time you hear someone say, "I killed a snake yesterday.....etc", ask them what kind it was. I'll bet you a day old grape jelly donut they'll tell you it was a Copper Head.
Maybe some day I'll write the rest of this story. It was one we won't soon forget. I'll keep you posted....
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