I do not like snakes. I don't even kinda like snakes. Let me be perfectly clear here...
Did I mention that I hate them? I guess I don't really know why, but I do. Maybe it's because my brother almost stepped on a rattlesnake when he and my Dad were out hunting when I was about 10 years old. They brought home the rattle and I couldn't even touch that. It totally gave me the willies. Then when I was a teenager, I was out jogging one morning along a path in our city park, which was on the terrace of the side of a mountain, and I too almost stepped on a rattlesnake. At least I think it was a rattlesnake. Hard to say since I didn't even know it was a snake until I was leaping in mid-air trying to avoid squishing it. I took off running and screaming so fast that I didn't get a close enough look. I'm about 98.1113% sure it was a rattler though.
I finally shrieked, "DO SOMETHING!!!"
I started to wonder how a baby snake was able to get in my house, let alone the basement! And then I couldn't help but think, if there is a baby, there has to be a mother...somewhere near! And how often is there just ONE baby? So where are all its slithering siblings? Needless to say, I rarely spend time in my basement now!!!
That's just a little history on my snake perils, although there is more. I will spare you those for now though. Instead I will tell you the latest one. Last week Skyler came walking in the door carrying a plastic grocery sack. I asked him what was inside the bag and he replied, "Dinner!" After five boys, I knew that could NOT be a good thing. I looked a little closer at the bag as he was walking towards the back door and was really hoping what I thought I saw was not really what I saw. So I very calmly said, "Is that a snake?" He replied very excitedly, "Yep!" When the reality finally hit me, I of course screamed! What else would I do? Certainly not ask what time dinner was! He gave me one of his sneaky little smiles and took off in the backyard. I didn't even want to know what he was doing out there. But it didn't take long until I did. Have a little looksie for yourself...
This is NOT a rattler...thankfully! But a non-venomous bull snake.
Here is dinner! Oh yum!
Oh, I can NOT believe I am posting this!!!
After skinning it... Bleh!
He's touching it with his bare hands! UGH! Where are your gloves crazy boy!
Oh, this is just so sick!
Looks much better now.
The proud hunter
Two of his buds Jeremy and Eric, showed up to partake of the feast. These three are planning a SURVIVOR MAN expedition for four days in the Uintahs. They will do it just like the TV show and take nothing to eat or drink. Just survive on nature. Crazy!
Looks like its done...
Sky going first...
Hey, let me have some of that!
Look Ma, no hands!
They said it was REALLY delicious. I will totally take their word for it! They thought it tasted more like steak than chicken. That's a first. The rest of my boys and several of their friends also tried it. Wish I had a photo of that. Everyone gave it a thumbs up. They ate the entire thing! At least now I know they can survive as long as there are snakes where they are going. One less thing to worry about! Survivor Man, eat your heart out! Not literally, of course! With that guy, you just never know!