Quote: My buddy and I went to the farm today for a little deer hunting, which was a washout. Since we had some time to kill we decided to check out the farmhouse, barns and finally... the storm shelter. No one had been down there in about 15 years so I figured it was due for an inspection. I was standing at the truck moving some gear and hear the door creak open followed swiftly by my buddy yell, " **** RATTLESNAKE. " I turn in time to see him in mid leap flying away from the open hole. Well, we screw up the courage to look in the hole and see over a dozen LARGE rattlesnakes all over the stairs. A raging bout of our 18 year old bullet proof selves kicked in so we gathered up a t-post, a pitch fork and an axe handle then proceeded into the darkness. A few short, bloody, adrenaline filled minutes later we resurfaced with a pile of snakes and a cleaned out storm shelter.