 The leg of his blue overalls bunched up, revealing an ugly white scar on his shin. Cease pointed to it and yawned. Is that where the rattlesnake bit you, Dad? He knew the answer, but he liked this story, and besides, it would delay the chores a bit. Yep, Dad replied, straightening the leg. I wasn't much older than Art. The feller struck me while I was hangin'. It nearly killed me.