We'll soon have to incorporate and call ourselves the Snipe Unlimited Companies or SUC's for short. Rusty, I have 6 Snipe sticks especially made for me by a great uncle who, in his own mind, was a great Snipe hunter. Actually, he was the first to take me hunting. I take that back... I only have5 Snipe sticks. I'll tell you why. Last summer, late in August, a city cousin and his family came for a short visit and we organizied an inpromtu hunt. He insisted we go Snipe hunting seeing he had heard of it but never actually done it before. So we found some old burlap bags and my sticks. I keep those stickshandy in the corner of the building as I never know when I might have an opportunity to use them. Snipe hunting is so unpredictable don't ya know. Well, as fate would have it, it started to rain just a little, then a lot more, as we were way back in a deep hollow(where I knew there were some Snipe) when he fell into a whistle pig hole and almost broke his ankle. You never heard such yelling. It was a fresh hole and I didn't know it was there either or I would have warned him about it. Well, there hewas, as mad as a wet hen, not because he hurt his leg, but because his shoe came off as he yanked his leg out and his brand new leather oxford sneaker was deep down into that hole. As you can imagine he was no longer in any mood for any more Snipe hunting. In the dark we tried and tried to get that shoe out....even used his Snipe stick to grab onto it.But no luck. He got so mad he threw mySnipe stick as far as he could back into the brush. He was covered with that yellow stickly clay from head to toe from trying to get his shoe and we didn't have any choice but to call off the hunt that night. Wasn't too smart an idea him putting his arm down into that hole, but, I kinda wanted to see what might happen too. Anyway, he walked all the way back to the house, hopping along with just one shoe and cussin about Snipe hunting. Just can't show some people a good time no matter how hard you try. Well, being the good host, he and I went back into the hollow with a shovel the next morning but all we could find around that hole was alot of fresh tracks and a few little peicesof leather from his shoe. There it is............... another Snipe hunting story.</p>