I coexist with snakes. They have their place and I my own. If they bother me or my family I adjust their place. Few things will increase your heart rate like flipping over a John boat and find a snake or snakes under it or in the bottoms between the seat and bottom of the boat. Been there and done that. Something like sweet J came out of my mouth. But they went their way and I went duck hunting so all was good. I did keep an eye out for a straggler. None came out.

It is so nice to see that young fellow looking at all those birds. I hope grandpa gets many hunts with him. Some of my earliest hunting memories are with my grandfathers. Both men made time to take me with them. I still fondly recall the smell of one of their pipe smoke and the other always brought a small bag of peanuts for me to shell and eat as he talked with me. Being five or six being the center of attention with him was gold. And I still love the smell of pipe smoke, coffee and peanuts.