Drove around town to take some photos this afternoon. Stopped by Chicken Brook stepped over the guard rail checking out the scene. A rustle next to my foot, a quick look down and a grown man was dancing like a scared toddler, not my proudest moment. I have no idea how I did not step on it. I am saying less than two inches from my boot before it flipped out and made sure I knew it was there. Of course, after I composed myself, it was no longer a threat and now a photo opp. It did not want its photo taken at all hiding its face whenever I got close. The biggest snake I have seen not in a tank; we did not hang out too long.

tr/trp