Even here, buried as they are in a wild cedar swamp, timbers coexist with all manner of Pinelands neighbors. There are a beaver lodge and a popular campsite within a stone's throw. The trail we hiked in on is pocked with horseshoe prints and tire tracks. What probably happened is someone found it on the edge of the trail basking. Or it might have been crossing the trail.
Cars are a particular hazard.
Twenty minutes away via county roads, it's smack in the middle of a partly finished housing development. The sanctuary for everything but rattlesnakes. Reinert is up-front about his bias as it relates to rattlers. He's for the snakes. His career evolved from a passion for a creature that most people love to hate.