When my mom hears I am going backpacking she always tells me to be to "watch out for snakes" and "be sure to carry a snakebite kit". Especially when I am heading for the high Sierra it tend to make me chuckle to myself. She lives on the east coast, in the south, where the main thing to fear is snakes. She got a good dose of them in my youth (in south Florida) since I had a few dozens as short term pets. The ones I caught used to stay in my snake hotel for a few months while I observed them hang out and eat things like pet store mice before I released them back into the wild.
There are almost no places I go in the Sierra that have rattlesnakes, but Pate valley on the Toulumne in Yosemite is supposed to have them. I have never seen one there. This time I was finally rewarded higher up, above/in the Muir Gorge at around 5800 feet elevation. I got a good chance to judge its length at about 5 feet, which probably makes it a pretty robust specimen for that area. Nowhere near the biggest I have ever run into as the ones I saw in Florida often looked like they had just swallowed the neighbors cat, but definitely the biggest I have run into in California.
It is potential Rattler Heaven there along the Tuolumne (except maybe for the winters) – tons of coffin-sized boulders with "caves" to hang out in, and a gazillion small mammals scurrying around on the ground day and night. Apologies for my PaS camera photos – I haven't digitally worked on them yet.

Came around the corner and got within a few feet of "him". He reared up on me and I reared back, but he didn't rattle. Picture about 10 second after that – he was going to head downhill using the shortest escape route.

He cocked his head at me one last time before going down the slope and I guess he decided I was no threat and changed his mind. He remembered a much better place to hide out nearby, and turned around amd headed back directly toward me.


About this time I casually took a step back – purely to show my respect mind you.

Got a good chance to judge his total length with him stretched out across the trail. His rattle was up which showed (I think) he was still stressed out. It might be me, but from this picture it looks like his tail might have bee injured at the base of the rattles at one time. I wonder if this had anything to do with him not rattling when he initially reared up, though I'd like to believe it was my superior knowledge of snake etiquette. ;-)

He then dove into a nice boulder cave on the up-slope side of the trail.






