One summer, when I was really young, like 14 or so, I went to camp, I only got to camp for a few hours. I set my tent up, and was dragging that heavy thing they call a backpack in when i got bit by a rattler that decided it wanted my sleeping bag more than me.

I screamed and yelled and used words I was not supposed to use at that age. So I grabbed that rattler and broke it scrawny neck. Then after screaming for what felt like hours, a camp counselor came over to see what the fuss was all about. He almost lost it when he saw the size of the rattle snake and just stood there staring at the snake.

I had to yell at him to get my snake bite kit out of my packs top left hand zipper pocket. Since he had taken so long I made the razor cuts a couple inches above the bite and then started the suction cup action, he almost fainted, it was the first time I ever saw someone go white like a ghost, it was funny, it hurt like hell, but watching him turn white was so funny.