Survival Lessons of the Rattlesnake
Last Reviewed April 9, 2013
The following story is, unfortunately, true.
Growing up on a Kansas wheat farm was, looking back on it, not a bad way to get a start in life. It really didn’t matter that my town friends got to spend the summer playing baseball, swimming in the municipal pool, and getting tasty ice cream treats at the Dairy Queen while my brother Jason and I worked the farm. Without even knowing it, I was learning valuable survival, tactical, and life skills that continue to serve me well to this very day.
If you have never had the pleasure, and by pleasure I mean back-breaking, hot, sweaty work, of picking up bales, allow me to give you an idea of how it works. These weren’t the large, round bales that are pretty much the standard now. Those are so large that you need hydraulic lifts on a tractor or pickup truck to pick them up and move them. Our bales were smaller, but almost as heavy, and you picked them up by hand, stacked them on the back of a trailer, and then moved them to the barn or wherever you were storing them.