The only time that I had ever seen a rattlesnake was when I was six years old. I thought it was interesting, almost getting to it before my favorite uncle Hugh, who I was visiting, drew his pistol, shooting it's head off. I really didn't want to see any. Robert, though, had learned all about them in the Boy Scouts handbook. We stopped to cut two, four-foot long, branches with a Y at the end. Robert said,...
