
Mike with Jasper

Dunns Mountain Reptiles is the fulfillment of a dream that I've had since I was a young boy growing up on 57 acres in southeastern Rowan County, North Carolina. I spent my summer days in the fields and woods looking for snakes. A local dairy farmer owned several hundred acres that surrounded our family property, that I was free to roam at my heart's content. There was a sizable creek that bordered one side of our property and a small pond that my uncle put in, fed by an underground spring. Through the years my dad and mom sold acreage to his and her family members, so there developed a small community of uncles, aunts and cousins. Whenever someone encountered a snake, I would get the call to come identify it, rescue them, and save the day. I never was fearful of snakes, and seemed to have a knack for handling them. I also soon realized that being able to show off a snake without much fear could bring attention that a shy little blonde-haired boy desired.
My first collection of snakes was a book shelf full of jars with snakes "pickled" in alcohol, snakes that others had killed, or I found DOR. As I entered my pre-teen years, my mom finally allowed me to keep snakes in small aquariums. I kept a few in my bedroom, usually garter or kingsnakes, but each summer would amass a sizable collection that I housed in a small room off of my dad's garage. I would line the shelves with aquariums and collect king, rat, garter, hognose and rough green snakes. I started painting a mural, that I never finished, on one wall, of a coiled rattlesnake striking out with fangs showing. My favorite snakes were kingsnakes, and I kept one very nice mole king for a couple years. This is the one that escaped from my bedroom and my mom found in our bathtub.


