I've only seen three copperheads in my life. One on a Boy Scout camp out back when I carried a stamped blade with a fake stag grip knife. Hey, I was 10.

One in the wood pile at the old hunting camp. And one that had just laid two eggs on my outside cook bench at the cabin about five years ago.

This weekend we uncovered a juvenile copperhead while trimming back monkey grass in our back garden. That's too close. Worse thing is by the time I found my kaiser blade, some folks call it a sling blade, it was gone.