A young Timber Rattler hit my waders as I crossed a rocky section along the stream I was fishing in the Smokies...
I did a Mexican Hat Dance on that critter...Smashed him flat as a pancake....
I sat down and went to light a cigarette...I couldn’t light it I was shaking so much....
I capped one taking a pee on a creosote bush.
Where’s my pistol? here’s my gun..
Switch hands! Never splashed my boots!
After killing the snake, did you cook it up for a snake treat?