I grew up in rattlesnake country. Although they scared the bejeszus out of me, my Dad didn't take any of their crap--so to speak. In the job he worked, he came into contact with them all the time. He'd take out his trusty shovel from his truck and popped them in two. He'd cut off the rattlers. He had quite the collection by the time he retired. Rattlers he killed without remorse, but bull snakes, we were taught, were our 'friends'. Although anything slithery crept/creeps me out to this day.
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I grew up in rattlesnake country. Although they scared the bejeszus out of me, my Dad didn't take any of their crap--so to speak. In the job he worked, he came into contact with them all the time. He'd take out his trusty shovel from his truck and popped them in two. He'd cut off the rattlers. He had quite the collection by the time he retired. Rattlers he killed without remorse, but bull snakes, we were taught, were our 'friends'. Although anything slithery crept/creeps me out to this day.
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