That's neat. Not much bigger adrenalin rush than walking around and stepping on something squishy that you just know ain't cow poop. When the rattling starts, I can Houdini up an invisible rope to an amazing height. Unless they are around the house, barn, or ponds, I no longer molest them.

Years ago, I annually hunted in the Sweetwater(Texas) Rattlesnake Roundup but couldn't match the locals. You find out pretty quickly that snakeproof boots don't allow you to move quickly enough to overcome the effects of Budweiser.

It's not about the fish. It's about the pond. Take care of the pond and the fish will be fine. PB subscriber since before it was in color.

Without a sense of urgency, Nothing ever gets done.

Boy, if I say "sic em", you'd better look for something to bite. Sam Shelley Rancher and Farmer Muleshoe Texas 1892-1985 RIP Grandpa