I love this part.
"Neighbors - drawn by the sight of the snakeskin or the rotten, fishy odor it gave off - gathered in the lot. Dozens of flies crawled across the skin's surface."
And up from the ground came a bubbling crude... The Sedro-Wooley Hillbillies...
A vest! That reminds me of an old article I looked up about what used to be the world's largest game-hunters' taxidermy factory, a block from where the Stranger offices are now (they had another Cap Hill branch in the building where R Place is today). In the sixties Jonas Bros. used to do "more than 2,000 head mounts a year (sheep, caribou, moose, etc.) and from 1,000 to 1,500 bears", but they also did fashion like Mr. Snake Vest dreams of:
Though some huntresses have furs made into garments, a woman is no more out to shoot a fur to wear than a man is out to shoot his dinner. "A woman is just as interested as a man in having her trophy on a wall," says Bert Klineburger. "Otherwise she wouldn't be hunting." For only $6.50, though, she could have a deerskin tanned and dressed, with or without hair. That equals one waistcoat or handbag, two pairs of moccasins or three pairs of gloves; four skins would make a man's jacket or a woman's belted coat.
"Neighbors - drawn by the sight of the snakeskin or the rotten, fishy odor it gave off - gathered in the lot. Dozens of flies crawled across the skin's surface."
And up from the ground came a bubbling crude... The Sedro-Wooley Hillbillies...
Yee-Haww!
After a few 6 packs, I bet they decide to have a BBQ.
Hey Everybody! Snake Roast at Bubba's!
Also there was some fine writin' in that story.