Waylon S. Thornton - Goddamn Snake Killing Blues
Just got this great story from Florida:
It’s been a while. I know you’re really into the stories behind music, so I thought I’d share this track I recently recorded with you:
My dad’s 49th birthday was on the 17th of this month, but he was working late that night, so instead of going out for dinner, my 3 year old son and I just swung by his house (my family home) during the day to drop off his gift.
When we got out of the truck, I noticed the family dog of 11 years, Daisy laying eerily still on the back porch steps. She’s a Basset Hound, so being lazy isn’t out of the norm, but something was clearly not right with her. I rushed my son into the house, trying to push him past her so he didn’t notice she wasn’t just sleeping. Once I had him situated inside, I came back out to see that she was, in fact, dead.
I didn’t have time to even react to the emotions of her being dead before a rattle snake took a strike at me. Luckily I was wearing boots and he didn’t actually land a hit on me, but I was scared shitless for a moment. It became obvious that the snake was what had killed our dear Daisy. Now, I’m not sure if she unknowingly laid down on the snake, but he was under her head coiled up, and pissed off.
I’m not one to kill snakes, a lot of people here in the south kill every snake they see, but that’s really awful for the ecosystem, and it’s also just senseless fear. However, in this case, it was personal, as it very well could’ve been my 3 year old who found the dog and reached down and got bitten. Also, the motherfucker killed my dog.
My dad keeps a gun safe, as anyone who owns firearms should. I went inside and grabbed my shotgun out of the safe, loaded two shells, told my son to keep watching Spongebob, and hurried outside. By this time the snake was beginning to move away, but any ethical urge I had to let it go was far gone. I quickly emptied off two shots, and that was that.
After putting the gun back into the safe, my son asked “what’s wrong with Daisy?” We went outside together and it was the first time I’ve had to explain death to him on a personal level. I didn’t expect it to affect him, but his face formed an intense, but sincere frown, and he laid his head on my shoulder, quietly whimpering. Add to this that I had to call my dad and tell him that his dog was dead, on his birthday, and hopefully you can see that the “Blues” in the title of this song is a true one. It was a rough fucking day.
Hope you’re doing well,
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