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......Blogger was messing with me this morning. I also had another busy weekend, the highlight being a hike in the Burkhardt Mountain Wilderness, off NC 49 near Asheboro. (I'll link when I find one.) Rained like hell on the last leg, with water pouring down elevated sections of the trial.
We also saw a timber rattler lying in the middle of the trail. He had just eaten a squirrel (or so said the hikers who told us to watch out) and was fat, happy and hanging out. Needless to say, we gave him a wide Walk
That was the second time I'd seen a rattlesnake in his element. The first time was going up a mountain bike trail in Colorado. We came to a cattle guard, and my buddy shouldered his bike and went on over. He didn't act like anthing was unusual, and I didn't hear what said as I was going over.
Watch it, there's a rattler, he said. There he was, coiled and shaking just as I was bounding over the cattle guard.
But he took off when my feet hit the ground. He wanted less of me than I did of him, which isn't saying much. I haven't been afraid of snakes since. I just give them their space.