“Get in the truck!” “Yikes, not with that fat old sidewinder poised and ready to strike!” After I shot this picture I tackled the little vermin, grabbing him (I verified it was a him) I wrestled it into submission. Without anything else in frame for reference it might be hard to tell, but this rattler was more than 20 feet long and was fatter than a pot-bellied pig. After pinning it, I whipped out my Bowie knife (I typically have one strapped to my calf) and cut off the rattler, and skinned this critter right there in the street. Tomorrow I’ll show you the swell belt I’ll be making from its liberated skin, but tonight we’ll be eaten fried rattler – tastes like Tofurkey.
Did you really kill this snake, and if so did you really eat him? I just had to ask. By the way… no postings for a few days, huh? I am starting to go through withdrawals!
TTYL,
Brandon
Here come the new pictures, sorry but I’ve been either very busy working on a cross country itinerary for my mother and 94 year old great aunt or I’ve been under the weather.
You cantankerous codpiece! Braggart! You better not have killed that poor ol’ lil’ snake you hungry beast! Take a break already! 20′ feet my eye! How’d you like some higher living being making a belt out of your liberated skin you dork! Good God man!