Mickey D
Member
What, no pictures?

Sounds like three of you were pretty upset.
You.
Your wife.
The buzzard.
What about the snake?![]()
When my wife was finally able to summon up the courage and get back into the truck, we headed to the house where she could change clothes and shower off what she called the ‘snake slime’. An hour later we were headed back to town, this time in the car with the windows rolled up.
Looking back today I can see some humor in it, although I know my wife can’t. She has a snake phobia. If it slithers she blasts it. Several years ago she put a hole in the wood deck with a 12 gauge. It was only a big king snake.