so cal mojave desert. buddy and i used to like to wander around trying to shoot jacks with ruger mark I's. did this for a couple of years with no incidents. one quiet morning we were walking a two track and i came a step or 2 from one a 'mojave green' buzzing under a chaparral on my side of the 'road'. tried to jump back but my buddy (did i mention he was snake-a-phobic?) was quicker than me and stepped BEHIND me using me as a human shield... while he peaked over my shoulder pushing me forward i struggled to get enough room to step back and bring the muzzle to bear.
i survived, the snake didn't, buddy almost not.
i survived, the snake didn't, buddy almost not.











