I remember one year a friend of mine “Ross Smith,” who has gone home to be with the Lord, and my son, decided to go quail hunting up at Swan Lake. My son was 5 or 6 years old at the time, so this was 18 years ago, but who’s counting? On the way up to Hagelstein Park we killed a Rattle Snake. It wasn't just any snake, this snake was stretched out in the road at least 9 ft. long. It had been real cold here in Klamath Falls Oregon, and for about a week we had what they call an Indian Summer. Indian Summer is when the weather gets real warm like spring time but it only last a short while.

I stopped the truck and shot the snake with my Remington pump action 12 gauge shot gun. I explained to my son T.J. that snakes were out because of the warm weather, and that I wanted him to stay close to me.

We were having a great day hunting. Ross and I almost got our limit. T.J. began running back and forth to the car getting chips, pop, etc. I decided to head that way myself, and as I was following him down this path, he jumped up on a log and landed on this big rock, and back off the rock running.

I came down the path and stepped up on the log, then stepped down in front of the big rock, when all at once my foot began to move. I stepped back and it began to rattle. I fell backwards, and between my feet as I keep scrambling, was the biggest buzz tail I'd ever seen before or since.

I accidently shot under the snake. I was so glad I grabbed my Browning Automatic, because the second shot, I took the snakes head off. My son has seen me fight a lot of fights, and do things that were pretty crazy, but that was the first time he ever saw me afraid of anything; and he remembers that today. That Diamond Back had 18 rattlers and a button. That is one hunting trip I will never forget. We have not seen another Rattler there since.

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