I stopped briefly to chart with a few hikers I hadn't seen since beginning the Shenandoahs. April passed us. A while later I head off. Moments later I am upon her standing in the trail. With excitement she says, "Look what I found." There in the middle of the trail a big fat timber rattlesnake. I poke at it with my hiking stick gently. The snake coiled. I back away.
A few minutes later the others come to the party. After a round of photos, we discuss how to move Mr nice unhappy guy from our pathway. The options are get a bigger stick, walk off trail, or squirt water. As we discuss the options the snake begins to move away. We opt for a bigger stick.
We each step to the far side of the trail keeping an eye on the creature whose space we invaded.