The early American colonists were familiar with a white flag depicting a rattlesnake with the caption "Don't Tread On Me!" If you hunt the Low Country of South Carolina, you will eventually encounter the real deal. We call them Mr. No Shoulders for obvious reasons. When you meet Mr. No Shoulders face-to-face, your 17" snake boots seem like ankle top tennis shoes. You become acutely aware that your heart is functioning perfectly because you can hear it pounding in your chest. You gain the added benefit of cool breeze as the wind evaporates the perspiration (or sweat, if you prefer) on your back or other body fluids in a slightly lower region. I can assure you that nothing and I mean nothing makes you feel more alive than the adrenalin rush from meeting Mr. No Shoulders up close and personal.
