With most any snake comes a story. Those who no me well know that I do not care for snakes. That being said this is the story of this snake. Like any vacation photo the story can be a lot better than the photo. This is just one of those cases.
Starts out with our stop on the Great Out West Vacation at my dad's place in Clark Wyoming. We being myself, Kim (my smoken hot wife), Coleman, Morgan and Morgan's traveling friend Julie. The day before we had just drove cross Yellowstone to get to dads place. OK, Kim and I could have easily spent a week or more there. The kids hardly tilted their heads up and away from texting on the phones to see this treasure. Dad got pissed and made them all put the phones away and take a little in. You know we exercise our parental right to force them to take it in at least a small bit.
The kids were all back at the WDC. That is Wyoming Deer Camp, or Women don't count or it's Women don't care its all in who is telling the story. It is my story so Wyoming Deer Camp. Kim and I jump into the jeep and travels to the canyon to take in the sites. This is one of my favorite places in the world that I know. The dark came on fast so we headed back to camp. Dads place sits just below a small drop off. Their is a cattle grate at the top of that hill. Maybe 40 yards from the driveway. Slowing down for that grate Kim informs me that I just ran over a snake. So I put it in reverse to see. Yep I did. Oh I forgot now I'm stopped and asked where. Her reply was "I think we are right over it". Backing up so we could see with the lights from the Jeep she was right once again. Being the photographer that I am I grabbed my camera along with my 45 on my hip to see if I could get a shot. Photo that is not from the 45.
This is where it gets interesting. What kind is it? she asked. It is a rattlesnake. I don't think so, she replies. All the while I am doing all I can to take the shot. Max out the ISO. Max the shutter with the available light from the Jeep. Again I here "I don't think it is". My reply at this point is "why don't you toss a little stone at it". The next thing to happen was she did. I don't mean a little one the size of maybe a penny. I mean one the size of the snakes head and she hits it. Needless to say I was right and we both are now in the Jeep.
One might think that is the end of the story. Did I say anything about a cattle grate. Well said grate is not very wide. Pissed off snake is in the middle of the road. Only about 10 yards from the grate. So to get to our driveway we have to go around the snake (pissed off rattlesnake). Having to go half off the road to get around it I look out my door just in time to see the thing make a stride at me. Let me tell you I let the clutch out. Getting to dads and parking the Jeep outback I got out to take a leak. Hopping that I didn't already do it in my pants.
