We used to own a 1926 farmhouse ( oh God, not another Russstang story!). We’re talking 10’ ceilings, beaded board everything, oak floors, 5 brick fireplaces, etc. lots of nooks and crannies. I found skins in the attics over the second floors, well house, old garage, etc. So....when the kids were about 6 and 9 we came home from buying groceries and were unloading out back and coming into the back porch that had a door going into the kitchen and also one leading into the central hallway. My son had gone into the hall ahead of us and he comes screaming back out, “Daddy there’s a snake in the house!”. I’m thinking 2 stories with TONS of hiding places. I ask him where and he said at the front door. I get my Marlin Perkins stick with the noose on the end and go in. Everyone else encourages me from the back porch. So I scan in, around and under everything as I move towards the parlor and the front door. It’s ajar so I ask my son was it inside or outside the door, he just shrugs. I ease open the door, looking low and hating the screen door didn’t go all the way down and left a gap at the bottom. I’m scanning left and right on the porch and am just about to push open the screen when my spider senses go full alert. There wrapped back and forth on the spring for the screen door was a 5’+ black snake. He was wrapped so tight after I lassoed him that my wife had to take pliers and undo one end so I could slide him off the spring. Felt like carrying a brick on the end of a broom handle.
These adventures went on for awhile until we burned a huge oak stump and for days you had to watch your step for black snakes. Had to switch to a hoe after that.
Extra points for anyone knowing what the Marlin Perkins device reference was about.
Get off my back, get out of my pocket....
1965 2+2 painted (66) Vintage Burgundy, 1998 roller 5.0 with GT40P heads, plans are for Sniper, T5 and 3:55 rear.