My rattlesnake belt

My apologies for the lack of posts. My three youngest kids have been here this week. They brought with them my most unique birthday present: a recently killed rattlesnake that Jon and Greg gutted, stretched the skin onto one of Jon's belts, and stapled the skin on the belt. So now I am one of a small group of people who have a rattlesnake belt. Just one of the many perks of being the father of redneck farm boys. The innards were given to the coyotes who excitedly howled their approval