Tell the Rattlesnake Story…
I was reading for a family a couple of weeks ago and a father came through for his son, telling me how he had died and his name. He went on to say that he was proud that his son was involved with their Native and Aztec culture and to ask his son to tell the Rattlesnake story.
The man sitting at my table told me about how his Grandfather and his uncle would go out collecting rattlesnakes and would milk them for their venom to be sold and the snakes put in a box at night and then milked one more time before being released during the next day.
One night the brothers went into a bar in Mexico after a hard day of snake wrangling and they were told, “We don’t serve Indians here, get out.” The brothers left early that night but came back with a wooden box full of rattlesnakes that they tossed into the bar with snakes going everywhere!
Everyone was screaming and breaking their necks to get out of that bar. The brothers had a good laugh and quickly picked up all of the snakes that had had their mouths stitched shut so they couldn’t bite anyone. The brothers let the snakes go to be hunted another day. The father in spirit told his son to tell this story to his grandchildren and great grandchildren so they would know how smart and funny their grandfather was!
