Several years ago I was showing some land to a couple of young school teachers who wanted to lease it for deer hunting. When we arrived at the location I suggested they ride with me, they got in my truck, I drove over the property showing it to them. We stopped several times and got out of the truck, when we did I always reached in the door pocket and stuck my little Model 60 in my back pocket, after a while they started kidding me, "What Ya gonna do with that pea shooter," "Can you hit the side of the barn," etc. On our last stop we walked over near a windmill and checked out the water tank, as we were returning to the truck I was walking in the left track of an old trail to the tank, one of them was behind me, the other to my right. As we walked along I notced the snake coil, I immediately drew the pistol and shot three times. They paniced, "what you shooting at?" I showed them the snake, it turned out to be much larger than I expected. One of them walked back near the truck and picked up a metal fence post and brought it back. They hauled the snake up near the truck to an area where the grass was low and stretched the snake out. It turned out to be just under seven feet, I don't know what it weighed. They were really amazed, I made a "quick draw," shot and hit the snake three times in the head, I didn't want to brust their bubble and tell them I was shooting my handload snake shots. It was funny, for years they told everyone they met that I was a dead-eye with the pistol.
My place is southwest of Abilene, and we do have some biguns here...................