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This past weekend my brother and I took off for a two night stay in Central PA. We did a great deal of off-trail hiking and got into some pretty remote places.
On the second afternoon we arrived in our proposed camp area a little early. I had to fill my water containers and he needed to find a cell phone signal so we split up obviously headed in different directions.
I headed downhil into an area choked with laurel and pine looking for the headwaters of a creek that had to be there according to the topo map. We were camped in a saddle between two peaks. The saddle gradually drained off to the west. I pushed through the laurel and came out into a sunny rock field.
Rock fields in PA often have water flowing underneath them, visible down among the rocks, but it can be inaccessable unless you have a plastic tube and some way to pump it up. Often you can find places where the rocks are low enough and the water breaks the surface. I decided to try to locate some such place.
I walked about 20 feet into the rock field when off to my right about 20 feet away it started up SHHHHHHHHHHHH! No kidding the thing was at least as fat around as my forearm (I lift). This snake was about as big as they get.
My Glock materialized into my hand. It probably took a few weeks off my life. The snake was already headed down for cover and far enough away that he was no harm so I stowed the gun. It wouldn't have been a safe shot anyway, being in a rock field! I don't normally shoot snakes and this one took off like most snakes do. He didn't stop rattling for a good five minutes.
I called my brother on the radio. He later said that my tone of voice told him I wasn't kidding. I did end up searching that rock field, and another before finding water. It took me far longer than I had anticipated because I was checking and double checking every footfall. That's not an easy thing in laurel. I was happy to have seen such a magnificent rattler, and happy we both lived to tell the tale. Mac
On the second afternoon we arrived in our proposed camp area a little early. I had to fill my water containers and he needed to find a cell phone signal so we split up obviously headed in different directions.
I headed downhil into an area choked with laurel and pine looking for the headwaters of a creek that had to be there according to the topo map. We were camped in a saddle between two peaks. The saddle gradually drained off to the west. I pushed through the laurel and came out into a sunny rock field.
Rock fields in PA often have water flowing underneath them, visible down among the rocks, but it can be inaccessable unless you have a plastic tube and some way to pump it up. Often you can find places where the rocks are low enough and the water breaks the surface. I decided to try to locate some such place.
I walked about 20 feet into the rock field when off to my right about 20 feet away it started up SHHHHHHHHHHHH! No kidding the thing was at least as fat around as my forearm (I lift). This snake was about as big as they get.
My Glock materialized into my hand. It probably took a few weeks off my life. The snake was already headed down for cover and far enough away that he was no harm so I stowed the gun. It wouldn't have been a safe shot anyway, being in a rock field! I don't normally shoot snakes and this one took off like most snakes do. He didn't stop rattling for a good five minutes.
I called my brother on the radio. He later said that my tone of voice told him I wasn't kidding. I did end up searching that rock field, and another before finding water. It took me far longer than I had anticipated because I was checking and double checking every footfall. That's not an easy thing in laurel. I was happy to have seen such a magnificent rattler, and happy we both lived to tell the tale. Mac