the ancient mariner
Wow, Michael you have lead some interesting life.
A Ranger lopped the head off a rattler, with a bush hook, that
had an eye on my lunch or me—-we were in the mountains outside San Diego in 1945. The Naval base had volunteered a bunch of us for forest fighting detail. Sitting on a rock, in the dust and smoke, with the temperature 100 degrees and no shade——and this snake in the grass disturbed my few minutes rest.
There was a big fight over the rattles while I was being revived.
OK Michael can you top that ?