I grew up in the coalfields of Appalachia along the Kentucky-West Virginia border. Dead smack in the center of Appalachia. I don't need a map to find it. I lived it. What a dandy ******* you are.
It gladdens my heart that you're not Appalachian, not a hillbilly, nor from Kentucky. For a moment there, I feared we might share a common cultural heritage.
For a certainty, we have copperheads and rattlers in the hills of eastern Kentucky. Killed several myself. Some of my relatives back home prefer to handle snakes at church. I have no such tendencies.
In the Appalachian mountains of Kentucky, many woodsmen search for ginseng which is sold at exorbitant prices to the Chinese as an aphrodisiac. The ginseng hunters usually wear a .22 caliber pistol loaded with birdshot and kill snakes on sight.
Brandi... you are not alone in your frustration. Too often, drivers and O/O's come to realize being married to a large carrier means a divorce from reality.