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Originally Posted by firie
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ETA: And you have to, in Texas, have something to kill all the damn snakes. My grandma named her favorite shot gun, the "snake charmer," so it's weird how upbringing plays into things, that's all.
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I was 3 or 4 the first time I really remember hearing a gun fired. My Mom and I were swimming in Onion Creek (this was way before it became what it is now and some friends had cattle on a couple of acres that the creek ran through), she was floating in an inner tube and I was on a raft. She saw a water moccasin a few feet from where we were in the water. She yelled over to the bank and Bill grabbed a gun from the truck and shot it. With us just floating there. And it was no big deal. We all just kept floating and playing in the water. So yeah, I think part of it is how you're raised.