 Yep, Dad replied, straightening the leg. I wasn't much older than Art. The feller struck me while I was hangin'. It nearly killed me. There aren't many timber rattlers in Iowa, not like out west, but one found my leg. Now, hurry up and get out to the barn. Daylight's wastin'. The chickens, cattle, pigs, and horses were fed. The pump creaked and the water splashed into the pans.