Seven, eight ... a big, fat snnnaakke!

Sunday we piled into the car to go to Okeene Rattlesnake Roundup. Jake has been seeing a lot of snakes on a matching game he plays and outside in our yard (none of them rattlers.). We told him we were taking him to see snakes, and he was ready.
He even ate a little snake, although that was tough since snake is mostly muscle. Does it taste like chicken? Maybe. It was hard to tell by the small bites we managed to peel off the bone.

It's a good thing those snakes are behind bullet-proof glass, or I'd show them what a snake wrangler I am:



Come on out snakes:



These are chicken snakes:



Who says snakes are scary ... scaly, maybe
(P.S. You can try this at home; it's just a harmless rat snake)



What! I'm not touching that. It's a rattlesnake!



No silly. It's not snake, it's a fried Oreo!