Uncle Jeremy (or Captain)

After leaving my sister, we headed to my baby brother's house (he's 29, not technically a baby but it helps to keep him in his place). He and his wife, Wibke, took us to see the horses that she trains and the Ranger camp where he is an instructor. After looking through the pictures I realized I didn't get a single picture of Wibke and felt terrible.
The boys are sitting on their Aunt Wibke's saddle and that's a riding crop in Jonathan's hand. I just thought this was a super cute picture of Jonathan. He was proud of himself after climbing into that chair.
While at the Ranger camp we went and looked at their collection of snakes and alligators. Sgt. Brown was our personal snake handler. Here's one of the conversations:
Sgt.: This is a slightly venomous snake. Here Andrew, do you want to hold it?
Me: Should he be holding a venomous snake?
Sgt.: This snake doesn't strike...
Bam...the snake that doesn't strike just struck Andrew in the chest. Andrew immediately drops the snake and runs for his dear life (me too, with Jonathan in tow).
Sgt.:What I meant to say is, his initial strike is closed mouth as a defense mechanism.
Good information just a bit too late. The snake pictured below is a harmless corn snake.
Andrew is not taking his chances with the baby alligator. He did pet it a little bit.
This is my brother showing us that if you tap on the nose, he will automatically pop open its mouth. Good tip. Note to self: don't tap the nose of an alligator in the wild unless you want to get eaten.
Yup, that's a sidewinder. Don't be fooled by the closeness of the picture, I'm at the other side of the room praying that snake doesn't decide to strike too.
Cpt. Jeremy is feeding Vincent, a 650 lb alligator (Stumpy is the other alligator pictured). He tapped Vincent's nose to get the mouth opened and chucked a dried piece of food in it.
This is a mold of the Ranger camps former mascot, Big John. At this point, Jonathan is all reptiled out, whether real or not. He did not want to stand next to it.
Andrew loved it. He liked that he could put his head in it.
They also got to ride in a Hum-V.
The gang...the boys, Uncle Jeremy and Phoebe (their dog).
After this we went to the stables again and my camera batteries died. I wasn't able to get any pictures of Andrew riding Wibke's horse. We had such a good time there. The boys can't wait to go back and do more 'manly things' (that's what Andrew called it).