The Lewis Brother’s holding up a couple of large rattlesnakes back in the spring of 1960.

We lived “Down on the Creek” as referred to it. That was just above Bull Creek out of Jollyville.

The hilliest, rockiest piece of ground you ever tried to walk across. We were riding horses, our enterprise back then was breaking and training shetlands, when we rode up across the hill looking down toward our house.

These two snakes were rearing up and wrapping themselves around each other. I’m sure we thought they were fighting, but mostly likely they were romancing.

Kenny tore on out to the house, leaving me to guard the snakes. A few minutes later he and our folks showed back up with I think a 22 Hornet open sight rifle where Cec drew down on them and with one shot place at the precise moment to drop them both.

Those rocky hills had a lot of rattlesnakes but even more copperheads. It paid to be alert anytime you went outside. And you sure didn’t want to leave a door open or one might be in the house with you.

When I said it was rocky, this is what I was talking about. It helped us be better horsemen. You did whatever it took to not get throwed off. If you did, you were going to land in a rock pile or on a snake or both.