My sister came up for the weekend and I was determined to take her berry picking. She was a bit hesitant. She did NOT want to go into the woods knowing that there might be a snake encounter. I assured her we would be protected. Nick straps the pistol to his hip and carries the BB gun, ventures on ahead of us and clears the way before we get to the spot to get the berries.
It was quite funny to hear her comments of "what was that?" and her nervousness every step of the way wondering if we'd see a snake. She commented on the fact that we had on our heavy boots to step through the brush and I told her, she could have worn Nicks Harley boots but she soon decided that was not better than her "Keds" cause if a snake showed up, she could run faster in her Keds rather than clog hoppin boots.
We managed to get enough berries picked to make 5 jars of homemade jam.
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