My grandfather had a small rundown farm in Gore, Ohio. I loved the grands, but they did seem to live rather primitively when compared to Columbus. One day, I was about 6 years old and walking toward him when I heard a rattler start its shaker. Grandpa held up both hands to say, stand still. He reached down into the weeds, grabbed the rattler by the tail, and snapped it like a bullwhip, the head coming off in this one movement. He then told us to not touch it if we found it and threw the body away. He went from country hick to Superman in one fell swoop!
