Snattlerake Hunter

"Uh, Pete...?" asked Grog, one sunny summer morning in 1985 at the roadside in West Virginia where we had camped during a caving trip. "I can't remember from my Boy Scout manual, but are the poisonous snakes the ones with the triangular-shaped heads?"

"Uh, yeah," I replied, "why do you ask?"

"Because there's one sitting right here.

We had been walking right beside this guy in our bare feet all morning! I removed him to a safe location.

You can click here if you would like to see my El Cap Rattlesnake.