{"id":1545,"date":"2009-08-15T21:15:40","date_gmt":"2009-08-16T04:15:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/noreimerreason.com\/amberandgreg\/?p=1545"},"modified":"2019-09-08T12:13:08","modified_gmt":"2019-09-08T19:13:08","slug":"rattlesnake-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/noreimerreason.com\/amberandgreg\/?p=1545","title":{"rendered":"Rattlesnake"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>On August 15th, 2009, I was hiking with my sister up Shadow Canyon trail near<br \/>\nBoulder. There&#8217;s a lot of semi-arid, scrubby open space on this trail<br \/>\nbefore you get to the forested part. It&#8217;s also steep, with a lot of<br \/>\nnatural and semi-natural steps made out of rocks. Because of the<br \/>\nsteps, you can&#8217;t see every square inch of the trail as you&#8217;re coming<br \/>\ndown. As we were climbing this segment of the trail, a man, girl, boy<br \/>\nand dog were coming down, toward us. This sequence of events proceeded<br \/>\nto unfold:<\/p>\n<p>* Boy (age 9-ish) and dog are running ahead toward us.<br \/>\n* Boy, in mid-stride, spots rattlesnake coiled underfoot, in middle of trail.<br \/>\n* Boy has no choice, jumps over, lets out yelp of fright in midair.<br \/>\n* Dog follows, hops over snake.<br \/>\n* By this time snake is signaling his alarm.<br \/>\n* Boy and dog land on trail near us. Boy, unharmed, is whimpering and<br \/>\nvisibly shaken.<br \/>\n* Man and girl (age 40-ish and 9-ish) have stopped. Man comments,<br \/>\ndeadpan, &#8220;that is a rattlesnake.&#8221;<br \/>\n* Sis and I have only now become fully cognizant of situation.<br \/>\n* Dog lunges toward snake, growling. Humans urge dog to back off.<br \/>\nSnake urges dog to back off.<br \/>\n* Dog enters striking radius, backs off after repeated commands,<br \/>\nsomehow unbitten.<br \/>\n* Everyone pauses to catch breath, maintaining healthy distance from snake.<\/p>\n<p>Eventually, the man and girl circumvented the snake by picking through<br \/>\nthe brambles on the south side of the trail. They were relieved, and<br \/>\nall four continued down after a few minutes. Sis and I were left<br \/>\nwondering what to do. Should we turn around? Should we circumvent the<br \/>\nsnake and keep going up? If we came back by the same route, where will<br \/>\nthe snake have moved to? Should we attempt to kill the snake?<\/p>\n<p>Since there were so many people on the trail, including kids and dogs,<br \/>\nwe decided this was not the snake&#8217;s lucky day. We&#8217;d neglected to bring<br \/>\nsidearms or small explosives, however, so there was a lot of<br \/>\ndeliberating as to the best approach. We crossed the brambles to the<br \/>\nupper part of the trail, still debating. An older couple passed by,<br \/>\nnavigating the brambles. The lady stumbled and got scratched up in the<br \/>\nbushes. They continued on.<\/p>\n<p>After psyching myself up for about fifteen minutes, I dug up a<br \/>\nfootball-sized rock, did a few practice throws, and lobbed it at the<br \/>\nsnake. I missed by two feet on the first toss. The snake, he was not<br \/>\namused. I scrambled for another rock. And another, and another, and<br \/>\nanother; eight in all. And then a lot of whacking with a stick.<br \/>\nSuffice to say, Mr. Snake met its demise that day, however he fought<br \/>\nvaliantly. I could feel his fangs scratching and gnawing the end of<br \/>\nthe stick.<\/p>\n<p>We took a moment of silence to commemorate our fallen foe and to<br \/>\nreflect upon the universal struggle of nature. Then we cast his snaky<br \/>\nremains aside for the foxes and continued up the trail.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; Greg<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>On August 15th, 2009, I was hiking with my sister up Shadow Canyon trail near Boulder. There&#8217;s a lot of semi-arid, scrubby open space on this trail before you get to the forested part. It&#8217;s also steep, with a lot of natural and semi-natural steps made out of rocks. Because of the steps, you can&#8217;t [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[41],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1545","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-our-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/noreimerreason.com\/amberandgreg\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1545"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/noreimerreason.com\/amberandgreg\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/noreimerreason.com\/amberandgreg\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/noreimerreason.com\/amberandgreg\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/noreimerreason.com\/amberandgreg\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1545"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/noreimerreason.com\/amberandgreg\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1545\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3295,"href":"https:\/\/noreimerreason.com\/amberandgreg\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1545\/revisions\/3295"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/noreimerreason.com\/amberandgreg\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1545"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/noreimerreason.com\/amberandgreg\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1545"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/noreimerreason.com\/amberandgreg\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1545"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}