It was another one of those trips where I had set forth out to find various fossils (which I did - large clams from 500 ft above the river)
geologic formations and perhaps get a little mountain climbing in yesterday that so defines my obscure hobbies. This time I went to the scenic lake of Lake Pepin, merely a widening of the Mississippi river to the south and where on either side, Wisconsin or Minnesotan, there are cliffs that one can climb.
We had gotten out of a town called Maiden Rock where I saw this cliff or as I would come to refer to it as, Snake Mountain.
I didn't get more than 6 feet up before I heard a rather distinct and unique rattling. And in 2 seconds it dawned on me there was a rattlesnake very close.
I had always wanted to see a rattlesnake. On my many adventures into the Badlands, Black Hills, Wyoming and Nebraska I had hoped I would see one. But they're kind of like tornadoes. You'd like to see them, but not 12 inches away from you. And there he was; big, fat, coiled rattlesnake now sharing the same narrow ledge with me. I decided to call him "Pookey."
Much in an Indiana Jones way falling into the pit in Egypt with the cobra in front of him, I slowly slinked away doing my best not to disturb Pookey. I got back down the first ledge we had gone up, and thought, "boy, I've been waiting all this time to see a rattlesnake and I never got a picture. I should go back up, but a different way, with the camera to get a better picture than what we were getting from below."
So I went back up (but on a different route) with the camera and as I was getting on top of the ledge over Pookey, it occurred to me they may have a snake nest in the area. So I grabbed a stick and started batting away at my path that I would inevitably take to get a better picture of Pookey.
All was well, I managed to get directly above Pookey and then I heard a slithering noise. Sure enough all of 5 inches from where I walked was Pookey's bigger, fatter brother who opted not to rattle and let me know of his existence, slowing slithering away. His name was Philbert. I thought Philbert at first may be a normal non-deadly snake, but then he too started rattling.
It was at this point I determined my best option would be to get off Snake Mountain as quickly as possible. And now furiously batting away at a new route down the ledge to ensure there were no more snakes, I managed to get off the ledge without getting bitten or greeted by a third snake.
This has nothing to do with economics, but like the Clark award or something, there should be an award given to the most adventuresome economists under 40 who do the most to deconstruct the stereotype economists sit and tinker with numbers all day.
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Now you know why they call it "Snake Mountain". Duh.
"This has nothing to do with economics, but like the Clark award or something, there should be an award given to the most adventuresome economists under 40 who do the most to deconstruct the stereotype economists sit and tinker with numbers all day."
I prefer to think of it as "spending time with models".
They didn't call it Snake Mountain. I CALLED IT SNAKE MOUNTAIN!
I think they'll start calling it that too!
I was out hiking two months ago and, 7 miles into my hike, nearly stepped on an Arizona black rattlesnake in the brush near the peak of Mt. Kimball. He didn't rattle his tail or anything, and was not even mildly afraid of me. It looked like he had been resting there all night and that I was the first that had made it that far up the trail that day. I tried to go around him by climbing over a rock but he blocked me and stretched out across the rock. Then he did the same with the trail. I decided this was nature's way of telling me to turn back.
Not once did he coil up or rattle his tail at me, though. Very neat.
Rattle snakes are friendly. They're afraid of you. I ran into one the other day on a trail. It was sitting right in the middle of the trail sunning. It took off for cover the instant it saw us.
Just remember to wear high boots made of some solid material. Apparently snakes rarely bite above about ankle high, and good hiking boots would be hard for them to bite through.
Rattlesnakes are generally not friendly, although it is true that they are afraid of you. Some rattlesnakes are territorial and can be aggressive.
I STRONGLY SUGGEST INVESTING IN SOME GOOD BOOTS, AT LEAST KNEE HIGH IF YOU ARE GOING TO CONTINUE EXPLORING SUCH PLACES!
VERY AMUSING INSIGHT TO THE NATURE OF A COURIOUS MALE!
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