A very noisy cargo
By Charles Towne
I was hunting diamondback rattlesnakes in South Florida for Bill Haast, owner of the Miami Serpentarium. Bill milked the diamondbacks for their venom and used the venom in research to find cures for various human diseases.
The hunting had been very good. In a week I had captured 41 large diamondbacks. I was driving a Volkswagen bug and had removed the back seat so I would have plenty of room for the snakes. 41 cotton collection bags containing 41 diamondbacks scattered all over the floor of the beetle and there was little or no room left for me. Such a load is almost enough to give a regular man nightmares.
“Young man, you are driving ten miles an hour over the speed limit,” he said to me. “What’s your hurry?” “I am
“I am sorry officer,” I replied. “I am in a hurry to deliver my cargo.”
He ordered me out of my vehicle with the instructions to stand at the side of the road while he examined the contents of those mysterious bags. I took a fiendish delight in watching that stalwart officer of the law lean into my vehicle. About that time he must have touched one of the bags because about half of those rattlers began a very impressive symphony. Quite suddenly the trooper was standing next to me, white as a sheet.
“Mister, are those bags containing what I think they are containing?” He asked.
Well, I didn’t get a ticket for speeding that day, but I was very careful to obey the speed limit after that. I guess it just goes to prove that God does take care of old men, children, and fools.
Trust God, and make a difference, today.
Charles Towne is first and foremost a Christian. An octogenarian, author, journalist, wildlife photographer, naturalist, caregiver, and survivor, his life has been and continues to be, a never-ending adventure filled with possibilities never imagined. He has adopted the philosophy that to Live fully, laugh uproariously, love passionately, and learn like there is no tomorrow, is a formula for a long and joy-filled life.