Great story Bill . Ah...to be a kid again. Clueless, but blissfully so. Balzaccom's comment



cracked me up and reminded me of a time before I was 10 and there were about 12 boys all looking for the holy grail of snakes (for us), the king snake. It was on a large road cut penetrated by many holes and a grassy area on top. We had seen a beautiful 4 ft king go into a hole. Half of us were jumping up and down at the top of the road cut (why we thought this would help I haven't a clue), and the other half were guarding the holes in the face while Donald (yea I still remember his name) had his whole arm in the hole the snake zipped into. Suddenly, Donald yells ouch, pulls his hand out with the king attached to it, and proclaims I got it! I think he drove his mom nutz.