I'm thinking cottonmouth...definitely not a copperhead - it was solid in color. What about a water moccasin, maybe? Or is that just another name for the cottonmouth?
yep, one in the same unless you're my dad, then you have coral snakes, and copperheadedrattlemoccasins...doesn't matter if it's a king snake, rattle snake, chicken snake...it's still a copperheadedrattlemoccasin
I spotted it right off, but then it would not have been my first snake encounter. I've had multiple encounters with water moccasins and rattlers. A couple of those times had been while I was using a rake. I learned to NOT make piles when raking because the rattler would move into it in a minute. When I came back to move the pile there was the rattler under it, buzzing away.
im trying to think what we have here (suburban NJ...laugh. i did.) everytime i cut the back lawn in the summer something slithers down to the river out of the flower bed near the middle of the yard. the only contact ive had with a snake here is a garden (sp?) snake, which was 190% harmless. but i did call a petstore once in HS for a friend saying i was his father so he could get a snake. the thing was so big it could have strangled rhode island.
Didn't see it I grew up on a farm/ranch. We had Angus cows, sheep, dogs, cats and chickens. We always had a garden plus we had a 120 acre irrigated circle usually in alfalfa. I have seen my fair share of bull snakes and rattle snakes. I'm sure I have walked right over plenty also. Grandmother used to pay me big money to remove bull snakes from the basement when I was a kid. I found the snake, but only after I imported the picture into photoshop and messed with the contrast and saturation. Hopefully it would have just left me alone, otherwise I would have gotten bit.
Tally Ho! Four o'clock from the bottom branch on the left. Part of me says I would have died in the time it took me to spot him but if this were an actual situation, I think movement would have made him a bit easier to spot
That's a Copperhead, alright. They are thick around here in the Ozarks. Excellent camoflauge. When I was a young boy, we lived in the country. One night when I went into the bathroom, there was a Copperhead curled up on the floor. Ready to strike. I jumped about 5 feet in the air, screamed, and landed in the bathtub. I'll never forget that.