Randy,
Here is a hard to believe story:
A number of years ago, while four-wheeling west of Eagle Mountain, my friend got a flat tire. We had left the spare in camp, so we took my truck back and picked it up.
Back at his truck, I started tossing blocks of wood and a small jack under the truck. I then crawled under it and began stacking the wood up next to the flat tire. I placed the jack on top of the wood and realized I didn't have the jack handle.
As I turned my body back to reach for the handle, I looked into the eyes of a sidewinder that had coiled up in front of the flat tire for shade. It was less than a foot from my face, coiled and flicking it's tongue out.
Being an old desert rat and outdoorsman, I knew not to make any sudden moves. Yelling....SNAKE!!! I rolled away as fast as I could.
To this day I am mystified as to why brother tl'lish did not strike me.
Head moving, hands moving, snake watching from inches away.
Joe