They are pretty cool critters, but I leave them alone. Once in gobbler season I was less than a step from one. He was coiled up motionless and quiet in the leaves. The quiet ones are the ones that make me nervous, and I wonder how many times I have been within a step of one and didn’t know it. Last spring on a Sunday morning my brother and I hiked into a place for coffee and breakfast at sun up. There was a pile of logs laying there that we sat on and had our little breakfast, we snapped a few landscape pictures and left. On the way out we ran into the trail clearing crew. They were both fellas we happened to know, we talked with them a bit. They were going to cut the log pile we had sat on for breakfast up into firewood for hikers. The next morning I got the following pictures from one of them. They had started to cut up the log pile and on the first cut found the snake in the pictures below, though they didn’t actually see it until the 3rd or 4th cut. Literally the snake was inches from my feet as I sat there. They had nicked it with the saw but it appeared to be ok. They used a stick to move it out of the way.