Sandchip,
You’re very fortunate. That’s definitely a moccasin and their bites can be quite severe, more so than a copperhead, so you’re lucky he was chilled. I’ve never worn snake chaps and I’ve had my feet within inches of copperheads numerous times. My belief is that venomous snakes don’t want to bite animals that they cannot devour. It wastes venom and explains why some of them exhibit bright colors or announce their presence (e.g. cobras rearing up, rattlesnakes singing, etc.).
I’ve only had one venomous snake strike at me, and it was also in Breathitt County probably in 2003. I was heading downslope and stepping over a log and a rattlesnake shot out from under it, brushing my pant leg. I saw it happen lightning fast and he started rattling as soon as he recoiled back under the log. I jumped downhill probably 4’ past the log and my heart was doing some weird stuff. I nearly threw up from the adrenaline surging through me. After getting my wits about me, I decided that I was going to catch that (insert EVERY expletive here), so I emptied my clipboard, data sheets and maps out of my backpack and set it on the ground. I’d caught a couple before (I always release exactly where I found them, but I was thinking that this one might be dinner). I snapped a couple of sturdy branches off of a nearby tree and poked under the log until I’d forced it out. I tossed one branch to the side and pinned it to the ground at the neck with the other branch. I grabbed it around the neck, behind the head with my thumb on top of the head, carried it to my backpack and lowered it tail first into my pack. I then grabbed its head from the outside of the pack with the other hand, releasing it with the hand inside the pack, and held it there, using the free hand to zip the pack shut. Using another long stick with a short fork at the end, I made a hobo pack so that I could carry it away from my body. Then me, snake in hobo pack on shoulder, data sheets and maps headed for the truck and I took the rest of the day off. I showed it to some colleagues who are usually stuck in labs and don’t get to see cool wildlife as much and released it back in the same spot three days later. Its eyes were completely clouded over since it was about to shed, so I’m guessing it missed my leg because it was striking by heat alone. I’ve heard that they’re uncomfortable and more aggressive when getting ready to shed. That’s the only reason I didn’t eat that ornery (insert EVERY expletive here). Honestly, those things are amazing, though super dangerous. They’re incredibly strong and can even strike after they’re dead... seriously. They’re not something to underestimate.
Kindest regards,
Kantuck