A nickle-bag of Nerodia.
A gaggle of Garters.
A second smattering of sipedon.
It is true, I am not a wordsmith along the lines of Shel Silverstein or Frank Jacobs, and I'm only half-a-herper without Andrea by my side. Still, not too shabby for an hour in 53° temps, on the way to the shops. Some familiar faces (and saddles) and some new ones.
Old Reliable
The Valley
The Cottonwoods
The Valley again.
i'm glad you got to see that much in NOVEMBER mr mike
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