Wow !

Last spring I posted on the turky forum this true tale ... short version. I had been sitting for about an hour or so at the edge of a food plot calling every now and then. I reached for my slate pot to call again and my hand hit something cold and slick !!! A long what we call a "Black Racer" shot across my right leg as it hauled a$$ off into the grass. I nearly needed clean underwear to say the least.