When I was in Oklahoma in '77 there was an old man that hobbled with a cane and a burlap bag over his shoulder. As we shod horses he would go in the haymows and other areas looking for 'rattlers. He would flip his cane over and pin their heads with the hook then put them in the bag alive and then sling that over his shoulder and let it rest on his back. Man I hated even holding the bag shut, couldn't put it on my back. Never heard of him getting bit through the bag.
Man that is a big one. Hard to keep dogs and cats with something like that lurking in the back yard I imagine.
God and family, the rest is icing on the cake.
I'm so far behind, I think I'm in first place.
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