How to skin an elephant

"If someone comes at you and says, 'You skin an elephant one leg at a time' -- they've never skinned an elephant," he tells us. "You do whatever's exposed, then you bring in a tractor and a loader and move it and you do something else." How did an elephant end up in his front yard? Dennis shrugs. "People come to you sometimes when they know you've got this goin' on," he says, gesturing toward a display of skins and feet. "They know the place."

Rattlesnake Kate

Is my new hero.

The afternoon of the 28th of October, 1925.  Stinking hot day.  Kate Slaughterback (yes, her real name.  Awesome.) is going down to the pond with her 3 year old son to gather up any ducks that might have been wounded and left by hunters. 

To get through a gate she had to get off the horse.  Suddenly, a snake slithers out of the undergrowth.  Kate, being a good country lass, has a gun at the ready and shoots it.  Unfortunately,  the shot disturbs other snakes who come out of the undergrowth.  Kate, soon realising that her, and her son are in jeopardy, and that she doesn’t have enough bullets to deal with them all, looks around for something to use as a weapon.  She rips a “No Hunting” sign out of the ground, and  starts beating snakes with it.  Two hours later she’s killed the last snake, and limps home with her son, hands blistered and face swollen from the heat.

Later she returns with a neighbour to the site of the battle.  140 snakes lie dead.  She does what any self respecting bad-ass would do, and constructs a dress out of their remains.

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