 I was hoeing in my cornfield one time, a pretty far piece from the house, and first thing I knew, I heard something behind me kind of rustling. It's a good thing I heard it, too. It was a copperhead. They don't ever make any racket before they're liable to bite you. So as soon as I saw what it was, I lit into that blamed snake, and I chopped at him, and I knocked at him, and he thrashed around, and somehow or other, he bit the hoe handle two or three times. Well, I finally got him killed, and I took him over and hung him on the fence.