(Hick, I put the snake pictures in the bottom of the post...don't scroll down)
I mentioned rescuing a diamondback in one of my daddy brag posts about Katie's graduation. Everyone else had hung around for chitchat long after the graduate had headed off to yet another dance, so I headed home alone, anxious to get out of my tie and suit.
My route home is still one of two lane highways, country roads, and pine trees. Once I exit the larger state road, there is literally no one for the last 7 miles or so, just pines and swamp.
I was cruising along, at dusk, thinking about the events of the weekend, when I passed a snake in the road. I kept going. I went a quarter mile before I decided to turn around. The road isn't busy, the snake had a decent...50/50 chance of getting off the road alive, but it looked like a rattler and they get squished on purpose most of the time. This one was in the middle of nowhere and not a threat to anybody, so I headed back.
...and yes, I had my camera and you folks were on my mind.
When I got to the snake, it had not moved. In fact it never moved until I eventually lifted it off the road. It was soaking up the pavement's stored heat and was in no hurry to leave. I stood in the middle of the road, in my new suit, shooting the last frames on the camera, hoping no bubba filled, jacked up 4x4 truck would pull up and offer to kill the snake.
She (no, I don't know that) was beautiful and probably had just molted. I snapped off a piece of native bamboo growing in the ditch and slid one end under her to lift her off the pavement and into the tall grass. She buzzed a little about that, but never struck at me or the bamboo.
Good deed done, I hopped in the JEEP and cruised home.
(Note to self: Ask for snake hook for Father's Day)