Hot Ice
Trapped by a rattlesnake in an ice shanty
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5 min readOct 13, 2019
Hands on hips, Carl Fisker stood ramrod straight, abrasions covering his face, khaki shirt and pants tattered and filthy. Six foot three, he cast a three-inch shadow in the blazing sun.
“What the hell is that?” he demanded.
After fifty-three seconds of silent contemplation, his hippieish partner, Bill Travers, suggested, “An ice…