My brother and I were doing some hog hunting, he's got a little bit of weight on him, so when he went up the stairs he broke that step. Those steps ar two years old and I've been up and down them no less than 200 times. So around midnight a storm with 40-60mph gusts was moving in and we decided to wait out the storm in the truck. My brother went down first, put his rifle in my truck, and was on his way back to grab my rifle and cooler. We were a bit drunk so going down those steps with a bunch of crap wasn't the safest way to go about it.
Anyway, because he had busted the step, I was going down face out to make sure I stepped over the busted step. Because of that, and by some miracle, I noticed the rattler 1-2' from the base of the steps, coiled, and head up. I screamed at him to back up, got back up in the blind, and shot the sum-***** with my 9mm, hitting him 4 out of 6 times.
The chain of events that went down that led me to actually seeing him was beyond extraordinary, which is why I think God was watching out for us.
