I lay on my back in the cool green grass of the Mule pasture, chewing on a piece of broom straw and looking at the blue sky, dotted with powder puffs of snow white clouds. I had too much on my mind, too many decisions, choices that were much tougher than I could handle. Should I go behind the mule shed and dig some "red wigglers" and grab the Cane Pole and head on up to Gails Pond? The thought of my red and white plastic bobber suddenly disappearing in a loud "pfloosh", my line zinging across the water as a fat Bluegill tried to head for the safety of a deep hole was a hard call to resist. But then I had dammed the branch the day before and the hole I had stopped up was almost waist deep. Uncle Bo had told me to make sure the water never stopped flowing because animals downstream depended on it to drink, so waist high was all I could get. But skinny dipping in waist high cool water on a day like this was tempting....but then there was the Water Moccasin...I had seen him only once but somehow once was enough. I had a nickel, I could go up to Bad Eye's Store and get some BB's...I had finally gotten use of the old Red Ryder BB gun that had belonged to most everyone in the family. You could shoot a BB from it and watch it all the way till it dropped. It was pretty much "played out" but I had shot some old beer bottles the week before, then stepped barefooted on the glass and cut my foot. I wasn't sure if the "whuppin' was for the broken glass or the cut foot. I told you I had hard decisions. As I grabbed the pitch fork to go dig worms, I remembered there was leftover biscuits, fatback and a big chunk of rat cheese from breakfast. I could run it all through my mind again I figured...over a biscuit....