One of the more memorable stories, of which there are many, was the first alterna my 3 1/2 year old son caught. It was in 1978 and I was driving in an open jeep with my son standing on the floor board of the jeep hanging onto the handle looking out the front window. We were coming down Blairs hill coming into Langtry. I saw a small (20 inch) light phase in the middle of the road and slid the jeep to a stop before passing the snake. My son's head made a thunk into the window and the whole time I was telling him "blairs, blairs". Well he panicked as did I thinking the snake was going someplace. He actually fell out of the jeep, rolled around on the ground and jumped up to run to the snake. The snake was not going anywhere as it just laid there in the road wondering what was happening. I continued to keep my son excited by telling him to not let it get away. Meanwhile he was just looking at me and then the snake as if to say "what, he ain't going anywhere". Well I pervailed and he finally picked up the snake. Then the excitement really began. As he was jumping up and down because he had caught his first blairs, the snake latched onto his hand. Well, this is not the first snake he had caught and knew that snakes would bite. Problem with this snake was that it did not just bite, it chewed up and down his hand and arm. He never skipped a beat though, he walked back to the jeep and when I got the snake from him I had to pry it off of his arm. He was already bleeding from 4 or 5 bites. That was the start of his almost 30 years of snaking with me. He has probably found 75 alterna with me since then. I think he and I will be out there in 2 weeks. Lesson learned was that they are never too young and you never will have any more lasting memories with your children than when you get them involved with something you can do together.