Chasing spring gobblers in the southeast a few days ago, I happened to notice that I was just inside the northern most range of the eastern diamondback rattlesnake. Meaning that while the odds of me getting struck were slim, they were not zero either.
Since there were also a few copperheads and water moccasins sure to be slithering about in the part of the state that I was headed to, I decided not to take any chances. And with that, into my duffle...