Here are some photos from my BroJoe, taken in places where he has to wear snake boots. Not made OF snakes, but boots to keep snakes from biting him. Mr. Outdoors used to tie magazines around his ankles because where he ventures, the cottonmouths are mean. (That gives new meaning to the term “ankle biters,” doesn’t it!)
Our brother/sister outings take us to restaurants–definitely not to this territory:
BroJoe calls this group “The Boys’ Club.”
No boots required for taking these two:
Is this guy smiling???
Hey, BroJoe, I take a few nature photos myself. You think the cottonmouths are mean? Take a look at one of the sneakiest, wiliest animals to terrorize my neck of the woods: