baggy pants and a rattlesnake

a few years ago we moved to bowie where we bought a old cotton farm. we wernt gonna farm cotton, but it had good fences around it , a nice house and barn. we could keep a few cattle , our horses and be comfortable. but as with all old farms it had a scrap pile of junk equipment, peices of wore out farm implments and scrap metal.  a big junk pile. well after we got settled  i set about cleannin up the mess. after a day or so  i realized it was a greater chore than i imagined.  after making a few phone calls i hit upon a plan that would clean up the mess and make a few bucks in the process.
        i contacted a scrap    recycler in tucson who was willing to bring a semi trailer and park it  at our place. all i had to do was load it and they would haul it away, and send me a check!! cant beat that.
    as i got started with the little chore i realized that there had to be a nest of rattle snakes somewhere about. i killed about a dozen  in the first week. after a couple weeks of steady work i had that trailer loaded and could see that i had about another load or two yet. 
    they brought me a empty trailer and picked up the full one and i was back in bussines. i had a little ranch leased near by so i had to take time to look after it. between that and loading the second trailer it took me a little longer to get it loaded. but load it i did. i called the scrap yard to come pick it up. they told me their truck was broke down, but would send a contract trucker.
        when this contract truck arrived it was driven by a young fellow who was pleasent enough, even though his britches were half off his butt and draggen the ground. i showed him how to get to the trailer and while he went to hook up i went back to shoeing a horse. presently i looked up and this kid was runnin every which way, wavin his arms and i could hear a faint shriek fom him. i jumped in the pick up and roared down to where he was still dancin around. when he saw me commin he came runnin at me waving his hands over his head  hollerin that it was chasin him!! i thought he was havin a lsd hallucination, until i saw a 2 foot  rattl snake hooked into the baggy cuff of those britches he wore. the snake had struck at him but its fanges had hung some how in those pants and wouldnt come loose!!  i had to hold the kid by one arm while i got a shovel out of the truck. the snake was buzzin, the kid was dancin around and i was trying to chop the snakes head off with the shovel!! after the third try i finally chopped its head off. that kid went over to a stump and collapsed on it. i cut the rattles off to give to him but he wouldnt take them. it took him a hour to settle down enough to drive back to tucson. i bet he hitched his britches up after that!!