One of my favorite memories goes back to a weekend at Gold Head Branch State Park sometime about the summer of 1976. The park was filled with campers and day visitors enjoying a nice afternoon of relaxed activity that seems to go hand in hand with park outings.
     The park staff was pretty much into the usual routine of cleanup, patrol, interpretive walks in the ravine, and general administrative duties. Suddenly the radio crackled with "Goldhead this is 331. My ten-20 is Lake Johnson camping area. Campers stopped me and reported a large rattlesnake in their campsite." Now you have to understand that the Assistant Manager, 331, was known to be deathly afraid of rattlesnakes.
     Goldhead responded with "ten-4. This is 330. You need to move the rattler. Go ahead and get a trash can and put the snake in it. Then carry it out past Deer Lake and drop it off. You copy, 341?" There was a long silence from the Assistant until finally after enough suspense, the Park Manager, 330, came back on the air.
     "331, ...by the way, make two trips for that relocation!"