After hiking many miles last Sunday and finding no snakes, I was happy to get my first relocation call of 2009. Nothing crazy or all that exciting, but I still went nuts trying to find all my gear; still hidden in various parts of the garage after our move.
He was under a pile of rocks in the homeowner’s back yard and came out all pissy, as a good rattlesnake should. He now lives in a rocky drainage area on the hill overlooking the neighborhood.
This is also the earliest in the year I’ve seen a snake out and about. Slick.