On yesterday's smallmouth trip, we started to see significantly more action as we got farther and farther from the road. Several times over the course of the trip, I almost commented to the guy I was guiding about how I have never seen any poisonous snakes in that particular area even though they are rumored to be there in good numbers. Something kept nagging at the back of my mind though, and I kept my mouth shut. It turns out that just thinking about it is enough to jinx a person.
While scrambling over rocks and through brush stream side, I suddenly froze like a bird dog coming to a point. In a small crevice right under the rock we had come over on the way down was a nice big copperhead just waiting for an unsuspecting
In the end, it was actually interesting to see a copperhead. It was the first I've run into since returning home from Colorado. If I see a few more I might just have to move back, but in the meantime the fishing is good enough to keep me coming back to those smallie streams. I guess I learned why no one fishes them too...