Skyline Snake Balls
Dirk and I have a healthy respect for snakes. Trancas Canyon rattlers gave us our introduction. Then we moved to the burbs of Mobile and dad wanted us to learn golf at the Skyline Country Club. We soon realized that it was much more fun to whack balls than chasing after them. But in chasing after them, though the dense southern woods, we discovered a treasure trove of miss-shot balls. We developed a business plan. We would harvest the lost balls, clean them up and sell them back to the golfers. Our business thrived and soon the woods were cleared out. That left the ponds. We knew the water and we knew rattlers so we thought that water moccasins wouldn't be that much different. The ponds were brimming with lost balls and we couldn't understand why our competitors didn't tap in to that resource...
So one day we're leaving the house to go work. As we're headed out the back door mom stops us to ask us why we're taking one of her kitchen chairs. Before I can elbow Dirk to let me handle it, he blurts out "It's so the snakes don't bite us!"
We had developed a strategy to deal with the water moccasins. They lived in the banks of the ponds. I had constructed a raft made out of pallets and chunks of styrofoam we found at the dump. We would drag the raft out of it's hiding place in the woods to the pond of the day. I would pole out into the pond with long sticks of bamboo. From there I would whack the bushes and tall grass all around the pond. If a snake jumped out I would stand on the chair, precariously perched on the raft as they swam past (or sometimes over) the raft. I'm not entirely sure where they went but after waking them up they left us alone until we were done.
The other kids thought we were crazy but we harvested more balls than anyone else and we never got bit.
