Right on. Nice find. I love the nostalgia. I was at Obed river years ago and ran into an old man, called The Preacher, that lived in an old farm house at the trail head. He had a pickup truck load of deer intails, bones, ect.. that he got at a taxidermist to feed to his dogs (it was deer season). We were having a conversation about a recent fire and he told me that back in the day the locals would all get together to put out a forest fire. Somewhere in the conversation I asked him what they did for snake bites and he told me that they carried a bottle of coal oil and would rub it into the snake bite. And that was it. He said he still used coal oil (now kerosene) if one of his dogs got snake bit.

An odd thing about that place that we always noted was that his son lived in an old farm house right across the dirt road and he always had womens dresses hanging on hangers from tree limbs in the yard. The preacher and his son both lived alone and we always figured the son was trying to attract a mate. It was spooky.