Well, it happened again. I almost stepped on a rattlesnake. It’s been awhile since that has occurred, thank God. This time, I wasn’t bushwacking, but walking down a forest road or trail, coming back from fishing. Loudly in front of me was a sound I knew and recognized and I guess my brain didn’t want to forget. It was from that old slithery forest dweller wagging his maraca again, warning me to stay the hell away. Hey I get it, old rattlesnake, “Don’t tread on me.” So, I minded my own business, and he me, and horseshoed around him through the tangle of mountain laurel to the trail. I did take a few photos from afar (with a good zoom) before departing, but only for a minute.  

A timber rattler’s “Rattler”


Ryan Trapani

Director of Forest Services

Catskill Forest Association