It's been a few years since I've spotted a rattler. I never got around to posting a trip report for this trip, but it did involve a rattler. The date was Sunday, June 10. It started raining about 11PM the night before, and rained pretty much straight for the next twelve hours. I fixed myself a nice meal of hashbrowns under my tarp (family size Hungry Jack rehydrate and fry in oilve oil, serves seven, must have been a small family..), and waited for the rain to stop, but it didn't, so I packed up wet and started walking out. Air temp was probably 55 degrees. I wasn't thinking too much about snakes, with the temperature the way it was, and the rain falling, so I wasn't paying much attention as I was walking. For some reason, I've been skittish walking through this 100 yard stretch, and a few hundred yards back, I had resigned myself to not seeing a rattler on the trip. I came out of a stretch of trail that ran through a forest corridor of trees, crossed a small, normally dry streambed, and climbed a small freestone bench that is often dry, and by late summer, the weeds die off. This was still late spring, and the weeds were still growing. I was about ten yards from crossing over the stream and was looking ahead to where the trail might go, when I caught a slight movement at my feet. The snake was lying right on the trail, tail left, head right. I had my trekking poles with me, or I would have stepped on the snake; as it was, I arrested my forward movement by pushing the poles into the ground, and springing back. And fortunately, the snake's head went in the opposite direction from me, instead of striking at me. And then he just sat there. Never rattled, never moved the whole time I photographed him. If he would not have moved, I think I would have stepped on him; it was only the small amount of movement that caught my eye moving toward him. Probably the closest I've ever knowingly come to a rattler - less than a foot.
Snake lying across the trail, I was walking right to left on the photo. This is a shot looking across the trail.
The rattle.
Looking back up the trail; from the crushed weeds, you can get some idea how close I was to this creature.