And every weekend there’s a rattlesnake roundup somewhere. Okay, so we got several of them stopped, and made a lot of enemies, of course, in the process, including the local, the Jaycees in Oklahoma City. I never could get them on board. I finally got them to not oppose it. They said they couldn’t, you know, just sit by, and their fellows out in the hinderlands. Okay, an interesting thing happened, though. The police called me one night, and said, “We’ve just stopped two cars, and one of them’s a van. And both of these, the car and the van, there’s two drivers were holding them.” One of them was drunk, and the other one was high on something, maybe even the dreaded marijuana.
