Welcome to Kentucky, where bureaucracy carries the venom and the bite, and heroes get punished for refusing to dance to its tune. Seemingly, the moral was simple: steer clear of Mamba #5—unless you’re ready to be laid out before the night is gone. You can’t run, you can’t hide—or we’ll take your license sine die.”According to the board, only “wilderness paramedics” are authorized to administer snake antivenom. Besides—where exactly does one find a “wilderness paramedic”? What, exactly, has he done to wrangle in the bureaucracy that is sidewinding into this nonsense—especially as this wilderness paramedic regulation hissed onto the books during his administration?