When I was about 9 years old I went fishing with my oldest brother. I was sitting on the side of the stream on the grass. I felt something uncomfortable under me and shifted my position. Again I felt a lump like a rock or irregularity in the ground. When I felt this "irregularity" move I stood up and turned around to see a rather large green snake in the grass (ha, ha).

On instinct, I grabbed the nearest stick and beat the life out of that poor guy. My brother came by to see what was going on and proceeded to chastise me for killing a harmless animal. I felt like dirt.



On our way home we pulled off to the side of a dirt road and got out of the car. There was a large black hognose snake. My brother explained to me some of the characteristics of that particular snake. We watched it as it strolled off into the brush.



At that time began reading about reptiles and amphibians. Everything that I could find.



Several years later my family moved from PA to MD. Fishing there in July and August often turned into snake hunting.



Etc.



Kevin

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