In your photo, it looks like a COPPERHEADLESS to me.

Next year take a rubber snake with you and place it in the woodpile. Might as well have a little fun.

When I was a kid, my folks had a vacation cabin on Lake of the Ozarks (MO). Dogs frequently came home with a copperhead bite, and I was scared to death of them. When I went out at night, I’d carefully shine a flashlight where my next step would fall in the carpet of scrub oak leaves.

One afternoon some guys called me over to see a copperhead that they’d killed. In broad daylight, with the snake dead, it took a while for me to make it out – it was so well camouflaged.

After that, I quit trying so hard to see them. If the snake wanted to get me, it would.

When living in Utah, walked into the garage to get into my vehicle. Heard this hissing noise and thought my air compressor was leaking. Started toward it and caught movement on a ledge below the window, about five feet from me.

My first rattlesnake encounter! Suddenly I was 10 feet outside the garage, still don't know how I got there. Found my hoe and dispatched said varmint.