My husband worked for the Forest Service as a young man, cruising timber. One evening he and his buddy were worn out and sat down to rest. In a few minutes, my husband said "We'd better go." His friend asked 'Why?" My husband said, "We're sitting atop a rattlesnake den." The other guy said "How do you know.?" My husband said "I can smell them." So next warm sunny day they returned to that spot, and there on atop the rock were dozens of Rattlers sunbathing. And my friend and her husband bought some land aboaut 30 miles north of Boise and built a nice house themselves. They kept seeing Rattlers everywhere. They called the Fish and Game people who came out and confirmed they had built their beautiful home on top of a Rattlesnake Den. I'd say your brother was one VERY lucky man, running over them with no "backbiting". *Sorry. I HAD to say that) My Dad would have gone crazy trying to get all those pieces buried. He'd have had to drive over to the next county. Marilynn IBSSG ----- Original Message ----- From: "James D. Allen" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Friday, October 06, 2006 11:24 AM Subject: Re: [ARMSTRONG] NC Armstrongs > My brother was stationed in OK with the Air Force for a while. He > rented a house near a bunch of normal folks. > They all had riding mowers but he had his trusty little push mower. He > kept hitting things in the grass as he mowed. > A neighbor came over and suggested he wear boots, and asked him not to > cut the grass when the kids were around. > Apparently, he was spewing chucks of rattle snake all over and didn't > know what was happening. > > He bought a tractor the next day. > > One adventurous day he opened the storm cellar doors to see if it were > usable and there was a den of snakes at the bottom of the stairs. > At least he had fresh food if he ever had to use the cellar. > > Your dad would have loved this place. lol. > > > > Marilynn Masten wrote: >> Thanks. I may live in NC but I am not an NC Armstrong. Mine were from >> Westchester Co., NY and Ballston (Saratoga). And you can tell I am not a >> North Carolinian with my dislike of Grits and the "famous" (infamous) >> LIVERMUSH?!? Still, my Dad didn't care for either and he didn't like >> "Okry". He was born and raised just north of Shelby, NC. Oh, but he >> LOVED >> his old salty, flat cornbread with a half-pound of butter on it. Mom was >> a >> Yankee who made Johnny Cake, nice and high and fluffy and sweet----with, >> yes,a half-pound of butter on it. >> >> Dad hated snakes with a vicious hatred. One day he ran all over the yard >> with a lawn-mower to catch one of those horrible things. He had heard >> the >> old story. that if you cut a snake in two it will grow back together. So >> he >> gingerly picked up each of the 4 pieces of the snake and buried each >> piece >> in different corners of the yard. "There" he said, "Now let's see you >> get >> back together from there." Don't believe it ever did. >> Marilynn >> IBSSG >> >> ----- Original Message ----- >> From: <[email protected]> >> To: <[email protected]> >> Sent: Friday, October 06, 2006 9:43 AM >> Subject: [ARMSTRONG] NC Armstrongs >> >> >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the >> quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > >