Friday, June 25, 2010
A Hike Over to The Narrows (Photos)
I have had numerous encounters with copperheads over my life time. Some will remain in my memory till I die.
When I was eleven my father and I one summer drove out to an old abandoned homestead to gather stones from the remains of an old stone chimney. As my father stop to explain and demonstrate how to safely pick up each stone (making sure to first lift only one end of the stone, keeping it between you and whatever may be beneath it), the nose of a large copperhead struck the end of my fathers left middle finger as he lifted the stone. Both of us must have jumped several feet backwards. If you survive, experiential learning trumps abstract learning every time.
A year ago this past May, some of you may have read an account I posted of another encounter with a copperhead called Even Severed Heads Can Bite. If not, take a look-see.