I, along with my brother-in-law, and my herping partner Billboard went up to a San Diego Mountain to photograph some San Diego Mt. Kings. We were getting skunked most of the day(mostly seeing skinks) until my brother-in-law(a new herper) says "cool a snake", after flipping a rock. As we approach to see it (here comes the unbelievable part!). We see a Striped San Diego Mt. King. As we approach to grab it so that we can photograph it, he drops the stone on it. I then shove him out of the way and relift the stone. But it was too late, the kingsnake took off into a deep boulder crevice laced hole. At that moment I felt sick to my stomach and walked away in order to avoid kicking his butt.(can you tell i'm still a little bit bitter about it!).
-Doc
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Swift, Silent, Deadly


