[GH85Carrera]

One of the Air Force pilots my dad flew with became a good friend. When he retired from the Air Force his grandmother had just died and he inherited the family farm in the middle of nowhere, Texas. He had always loved the place, and his parents did not want it. So they moved into the old farm house. He noticed a lack of mice in the barn and no cats in sight and figured coyotes had been keeping the population down.

His first morning there he grabbed a cup of coffee and sat on the porch to enjoy the nice morning. Right on the front porch was a rattle snake. So he got his pistol loaded it with rat shot and dispatched the snake.

The second morning he was ready to enjoy some coffee on the porch and lo and behold, another rattle snake. So he killed it.

Third morning thinking no snake today, he went to the porch coffee in hand, and damned if there was yet another rattler. He killed it, and a few hours later went into town to find the local snake and pest control company to come check under the house.

The pros showed up, and the pro stuck his head under the porch and yelled and started cussing. He said there are more rattlers under there than at any snake farm and said it was like a nightmare scene from a movie.

He came back with a lot of help, and they ended up with over 50 rattlers. He said within a few days he was seeing mice droppings. He put out lots of traps, and found some barn cats. He figured cats were a lot better than snakes for mouse control.