Speaking of rattlesnakes…

This is U-No-Hoo along with my cousin Bob and my sister, Roberta, holding my baby cousin, Greg, and a pretty mean looking dead diamondback.

This was in 1957 not long after we moved into the house that my father built in Bradenton Beach, Florida. It was just a little way south of the trailer park where we had lived¬† for seven years. I remember that we had just come home from school. Between our house and the trailer park was the half jungle half flats which was under water quite often. Along the bay side it was all mangroves. My father saw the snake crawling out of the ditch onto our hard packed driveway. He grabbed a gig and pinned it. My older cousin, Barb (18 years my senior) lived in the little house that her husband built across the shell road. My cousins in the photo were her kids. My father had the rattler pinned down. He was sort of stuck there. He yelled to Barb who fortunately happened to be home. “Barb! Bring your gun!” She said that she was so scared that it took her three shots to hit it. I love that picture. Here’s my old man:

You can see that the snake’s head was pretty much blown away. The is me…

 

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1 Response to Speaking of rattlesnakes…

  1. Andy@ says:

    Great photos! Reminds me of the time we found a huge snapping turtle at the Minnesota cabin…

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