You may recall my terrifying encounter with a snake while fishing up in Valstagna a couple months ago. I'm still a bit traumatized and every time I head up to the river I step cautiously and am constantly scanning the area for any sign of the vile demonic serpents. Thankfully I have encountered none since that fateful day back in June.
Yesterday was a beautiful day so I decided to hit the river once again. The X Man always asks to go with me and watch me fish but the only way is if the wife goes to watch him while I'm in the river and she is afraid that he will spend the whole time whining about the bugs or being too hot. However I talked her into coming with me yesterday and we decided to go to one of my favorite spots, Valstagna. The area is a popular tourist destination and is especially crowded on Sundays. Sure enough there were people everywhere so I wasn't worried about snakes as I figured all the people would keep them far away.
Now, you may remember that the reason I almost stepped on the satanic creature in the first place was because I was looking for a way through the brush and overgrowth to the really good spot just around the bend from my spot in Valstagna. Right now the river is so low due to the heat that it was obvious that I could actually walk to the spot around the bend in the water with my waders on. I entered the river and started wading slowly upstream however the river was still a bit deep where I was so it was obvious that I would have to wade probably about 3 or 4 feet from the shoreline. This did not worry me as I figured as long as I'm in the water I have nothing to worry about. I continued to head closer to the shoreline as I made my way upriver and suddenly stopped as I got about 8 feet away. About a foot from the shore there was what appeared to be a stick poking out of the water. Normally this wouldn't have even phased me but since my horrifying episode with the offending viper a couple months earlier, anything long and thin - such as a stick - makes me do a double take. So I looked at the stick for a second and wouldn't you know it...it was a snake. THERE WAS A FREAKING SNAKE IN THE FREAKING WATER. What I thought was a stick was actually it's head and as I watched, you could see his little forked tongue going in and out of his mouth as if he was aware of my presence. Thankfully I was not close enough to make him actually start swimming or I would have flipped out and fallen in as I was about up to my waist at that moment. I slowly started backing away and moved about 100 yards back downstream, into the middle of the damned river where I felt safe.
I honestly think this little bastard is stalking me.
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Yes, even snakes are afraid of snakes.
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