Monster Moccasin

We went for a ride in south Georgia on Mother's Day, something that the price of gas has delayed for some time now. We took the state atlas and the GPS and headed off to get ourselves lost on roads we had never seen. Well, most of the time we were actually on roads B knows and are familiar to me, though for the life of me, I don't have a picture in my head of how they all fit together. Every time we go, B takes a different order to the route and, frankly, I am looking out the window, not at the maps.

And so it was that we saw a turkey cross in front of us and turned down the dirt road to see if we could "head it  off at the  pass." We didn't; it stayed invisible in the woods. But we stopped on a bridge over a wetland to see what was going on there. We saw a pileated woodpecker and a great blue heron flying. I said to B, "There should be turtles down there---and a moccasin." As soon as I had finished speaking, he said, "There is a moccasin!"

And what a monster!  It was as thick as my wrist.