Repeated from part I: I distinctly heard Tom say: “There you are big boy, I hope you’re a good swimmer.” Keith responded, “Not really, I can dog-paddle alright but I’ve actually never swam much at all.” With that he kicked off his boots, stripped off his socks and tee shirt, waded into the shallow water…
A short story by Wesley Worrell about a dangerous encounter with a Tiger Rattlesnake while surveying uranium mineral claims in The Sonoran Desert “back in the day.”
This short story tells about an encounter I experienced with a rattlesnake while surveying in the vicinity of Rawlins Wyoming.
In the first of these few short essays about snakes I told you about a somewhat humorous engagement I had with a common coachwhip snake when I was a small child. My next encounter with a snake was one that, at least to me, was not at all humorous and in fact had a degree of danger attending it.
This short story is about a humorous event that took place while conducting a very long cross country survey in Western Colorado. The characters involved were a “Barbara Stanwyck” type rancher matriarch, my gunner Ignacio Antonio Romo, me, and a dog named Sam.