Kick around the brush long enough in the inland desert that is Eastern Washington in search of trout and steelhead and you're bound to run into a few of these bastards.
Lets just say I squealed like like an 8 year old girl and jumped about 6 feet when it coiled up, hissed and struck out at me.
Yes, I said it. Squealed.....
So what, you would have too.
