A little while later it had started to get dark and we were just about home when we heard that sound that automatically invokes fear before you even consciously know what your afraid of. Phil had just about stepped on a big ol' rattlesnake. Good thing it wasn't as feisty as that garter snake or I would have been taking Phil to the hospital that night. Instead it just slithered off in the grass.
Phil got over his sorrow for killing the blow snake and took off running to get his shot gun...leaving me alone in the dark watching a riled up rattler. Now, I suppose a shovel would have done the job, but Phil has always been an all or nothing kind of guy, and by the time we were done, (one shot mind you) the rattlesnake was in 3 different wiggly pieces. Austin had come out once he realized there were snakes and weapons involved and it's a good thing because he was the only one brave enough to reach out and get the rattle.
4 comments:
We have always been told that we don't have rattlesnakes in Juniper because we have blow snakes. So now you have me curious. You have both. Interesting. Love your blog, thank you so much for such a beautiful insight into your family Love Mom
Yikes! I'm glad Phil chose the gun over the shovel! It's better to make sure that thing is good and dead instead of just making it mad...
Austin wins! What a kid.
That makes me laugh. I needed that today. Thank you!
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