the next time I remember fishing was later that year. My father took my brothers, a cousin and myself to a little creek not far from the house.our grandfather, great uncle and a friend of theirs showd up shortly thereafter.now the older guys were the beer in the cooler radio playing kind of watch the bobber group.while we were catching sunnys and bluegills they were catching a buzz..poor dad was too busy running back and forth baiting hooks and unhooking fish to notice what they were up to. after a bit the old guys start a fire. we continued fishing and the bite slowed down,at this point the older group decides this huge log that was laying there would make a great addition to the fire and would burn all day and night.so they set upon it, tried to lift it but it would'nt budge, so they decided to roll it over to the fire, as soon as it moved snakes came out from under it and the older guys started screaming and running like little schoolgirls. they left in short order.dad made sure the fire was out and suggested we leave since the bite was off.the snake incident became an inside joke.
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