Video Description:
The footage contained in this video is rather raw and only slightly edited. It is meant to show the rattlesnake's size, and possibly spread awareness of it's last known location. Feel free to leave comments about any snake encounters you have had.
Tales of Woe:
We found this snake on Sagamore Island after I almost stepped on him. I was in the process of an epic outhouse hunt when I noticed movement in the corner of my eye.
The wind blew strong that day, but somewhere in the shadows, the subtle movement of leaves and the glistening reflection of light groped through the overshadowing pile of mulch and twigs. In a span of about one second, I determined it was a snake. I confirmed it's deadly status upon noticing the sporadic twitch of its rattle. I yelled out a monstrous #_(& and bounded over the would be attacker. I sprinted down an alternate path that winded its way back to the safety of the campsite. With desperate gasps and darting eyes, I frantically searched for a vessel with which to impart my recently attained knowledge. "There's a Rattlesnake on the Island!" I screamed as I topped the crest of a hill. I stood still as I overcame my shock and regained my composure. Painted below me was a scene of disturbing ignorance. At the end of the decrepit dock's reaching finger tips, Dan had decided to rid himself of his burdensome shirt and was swimming with reckless abandon. Surrounding him were the laughs of John and Matt. The latter of which took it upon himself to slap the water with his feat like a schoolboy on the first day of summer. My friends were blissfully unaware of the dangers that loomed near by and only I had the ability to save them from a venomous end. "There's a Rattlesnake in the next campsite!" I yelled again as I stumbled down the hill, roots seemingly determined to end my crusade. My cries were met with looks of confusion and bewilderment before subtly melting into faces filled with trepidatious excitement. Upon seeing my friends spring to life, I stood content in my accomplishment. My gaze shifted as my mind darted to a thought that was met with both fear and obligation. Nestled between the base of a willowing tree and the sloping floor boards of the campsite patio lay my camera. "I must document this" I thought, as I sprang toward the direction of my camera. "Lives depend on it..."
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