Dan when I shot that old Rattler, he had scared me to death. Sitting on the farm porch, almost dark. Fall storm moving in. I was in the other rocker. Wind blowing like hell. I saw a movement. Cat jumped straight up. Had no flashlight, no gun handy. Got up and turned the porch light on and saw that sucker. Had to go to my 5th wheel and find my Sig 938, go back over to the porch and said to myself can I even hit it with this gun. Didn't want to tear up the rocker, house or anything in background. Lucked out and hit it right under the head, chopped his head off. Rattler is on fire place mantle. Young one, just 4 rattlers.
Other one I shot out there was a chicken snake. Aunt got a little up set with me, not dangerous but he scared the caca out of me as I was walking a trail.
