Ugh... last time I was hiking back up and up and up outta the hell-hole... I must have missed a turn in the trail and was going further and further up into a water lane in a draw line.
Look up and see the young dude I was following behind and realize, Aw sh!t... I wandered off trail, Damn it! And it was hot too, so I DID NOT want to backtrack or anything. And his line up on that switchback was not that damn much above me... (or so I thought!).. so I'm like screw it... I'll just pioneer up to that line and meetup with it.
Pssh... mistake!! First of all it was crazy steep, so traction was a total P.I.T.A. !!! You had to carefully step onto the backs of the clumps of grass/brush growing out of the soil so you wouldn't be walkin' on soil that wants to just crush and crumble and slide away.
And this operation is burning calories and creating exertion like nobodies business in 90 F weather! My calves are being quick to let me know "You done f**ked up! Now hurry your stupid @$$ up and get the hell up this damn thing!"
Aaaaaand.... that's when I came upon the juvenile Rattler. Damn it! Little 'tard! I had to sit there and wait... on that steep incline and terrible traction... calves just burning and complaining even just standing still!!!... waitin' for this young dumb mofo to finally calm his aggitated butt back down and Finally....Finally.....!!!... Relax his little stupid behind and Finally ease on down the Yellow Brick Road!
Then.. as if that wasn't enough of a b!tch... I struggle and strive and get up to that trail line above... whipped.. gotta sit-down... wouldn't you know it?... Fire Ant... Bite my @$$! Just was not my day!.. I'm tellin' you!
I was exerting soo much and building up soo much heat that day my damn face was starting to droop on the one side that had gotten Bell's Palsy once before years ago after a basal skull Fx.
Moral of the story? I wouldn't be soo worried about the snakes. Just take it slow and whenever isht starts getting more bushy to where you can't see the ground all to well, make sure to use your trekking pole and place it down there by the base of those bushes where you're about to step first... before you put your foot there. Easy peasy. Just keep them on your mind is all and act accordingly.
Most of the time... your loud-ass crunchin' and stompin human self will have them lettin' you know well ahead of time that you need to pump your brakes a lil bit. But do pay attention and if you hear that damn sound make sure to immediately create some distance. I've encounters where I'm pretty sure I must have woken 'em up and it startled 'em... 'cause they rattled loud and mad as hell! For a long distance after I'd left their side. Their all different. Some have a definite perimeter around them, and the moment you go 1cm inside that perimeter they slowly start rattling and increase in volume in direct relation to how much closer you get... whereas other.. go straight to mad as hell and pissed off and as loud as they possibly can go directly!
Look up and see the young dude I was following behind and realize, Aw sh!t... I wandered off trail, Damn it! And it was hot too, so I DID NOT want to backtrack or anything. And his line up on that switchback was not that damn much above me... (or so I thought!).. so I'm like screw it... I'll just pioneer up to that line and meetup with it.
Pssh... mistake!! First of all it was crazy steep, so traction was a total P.I.T.A. !!! You had to carefully step onto the backs of the clumps of grass/brush growing out of the soil so you wouldn't be walkin' on soil that wants to just crush and crumble and slide away.
And this operation is burning calories and creating exertion like nobodies business in 90 F weather! My calves are being quick to let me know "You done f**ked up! Now hurry your stupid @$$ up and get the hell up this damn thing!"
Aaaaaand.... that's when I came upon the juvenile Rattler. Damn it! Little 'tard! I had to sit there and wait... on that steep incline and terrible traction... calves just burning and complaining even just standing still!!!... waitin' for this young dumb mofo to finally calm his aggitated butt back down and Finally....Finally.....!!!... Relax his little stupid behind and Finally ease on down the Yellow Brick Road!
Then.. as if that wasn't enough of a b!tch... I struggle and strive and get up to that trail line above... whipped.. gotta sit-down... wouldn't you know it?... Fire Ant... Bite my @$$! Just was not my day!.. I'm tellin' you!
I was exerting soo much and building up soo much heat that day my damn face was starting to droop on the one side that had gotten Bell's Palsy once before years ago after a basal skull Fx.
Moral of the story? I wouldn't be soo worried about the snakes. Just take it slow and whenever isht starts getting more bushy to where you can't see the ground all to well, make sure to use your trekking pole and place it down there by the base of those bushes where you're about to step first... before you put your foot there. Easy peasy. Just keep them on your mind is all and act accordingly.
Most of the time... your loud-ass crunchin' and stompin human self will have them lettin' you know well ahead of time that you need to pump your brakes a lil bit. But do pay attention and if you hear that damn sound make sure to immediately create some distance. I've encounters where I'm pretty sure I must have woken 'em up and it startled 'em... 'cause they rattled loud and mad as hell! For a long distance after I'd left their side. Their all different. Some have a definite perimeter around them, and the moment you go 1cm inside that perimeter they slowly start rattling and increase in volume in direct relation to how much closer you get... whereas other.. go straight to mad as hell and pissed off and as loud as they possibly can go directly!