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Snake story.

About 1996 or so, my friend Bill and I go out to our hunting club lease to start making a clear cut. The club had decided to make a few to grow up briar patches for the deer. We had to cross a 20' wide ditch to get where we were going. There was a logjam of logs and lumber that had washed from I-10 and Laplace that we had been using to get into that section of woods that season. So we go in early, 'bout 7am or so, and get to cutting down trees, and making brush piles to burn at a later date. About 11:30 it's hot as a mother, and we are out of water. We head back to the trucks, and when we get to the logjam, the freaking thing is in the sun, and COVERED with snakes!!! At least 15 or so. We were like, *****!!!!! I had my 9mm with 2 extra mags, Bill had his .44 with 4 speed loaders. At least 2 of the snakes were Cotton Mouths. We opened up on them *****es like it was WW3!!! There were chunks of snake flying all over, and they were doin' the Boot Scoot Boogie trying to get away. I emptied all 3 mags, and Bill shot all but 2 of his rounds. He saved 2 in case there were stragglers!!!

The next weekend, we went out there with 5 gallons of diesel, 2 gallons of gas, and some old motor oil that needed disposing. We doused that log jam with a mixture of that and burnt it. Then we had a few other guys bring us a 25' pipe and welded a piece of 12" wide grate on it and used come alongs to put it in place. Haven't used a log jam to cross anything since.