I appreciate the snake boots your father is sporting. When my father and I hunted quail around Naples, Florida (all houses now) we started at 6 AM and quit at 9 AM. That was time the rattle snakes started to wake up. There were a few "almost shot my foot" killing snakes. You couldn't see the dog for the palmetto bushes, but he had a bell and when it quit ringing the dog was on point. Then you would run as best you could in that direction as the birds wouldn't hold and flush. Great fun.
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