Tonight I was hunkered down in the water at the edge of a swamp photographing Night Herons and Egrets. Sitting chest deep in water (I had on a set of waders) I felt something brush my back. Distractedly, (thinking it was branch from a shrub), I reached behind me to sweep the irritating branch away. I almost crapped my rubber waders when I swept this 1 metre snake out of the bullrushes. For a full minute I was eye to eye with this boy, while he flicked his tongue at my face in contempt.
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