All right, I wasn’t going to do this, but I can’t resist, LOL! A long time ago, in a place far, far away, I was hanging around in the jungle because that’s where I worked at the time. I was accompanied by one of the local indigenous personnel, and we were sitting at the top of a hill, watching the area below. We had been sitting there for quite some time when we suddenly heard a sound somewhat akin to a loosely packed sack of potatoes being dropped from a tree, behind us. We turned around, and there sat a Reticulated Python that I estimated to be about fourteen feet long. And I was very good at estimating things like that back then. My companion immediately lost all interest in anything except getting away from the python. He ran at incredible speed until he was quite far off, then stopped and began yelling back to me, “Shoot it! Shoot it!” I saw no reason to shoot the python, so I ignored the admonition and advanced on the snake, wanting to get a good look at it, and maybe, wanting to have a little fun at my companion’s expense, LOL! When he saw me advancing on the python, my companion seemed to suffer sort of a partial-apoplexy, and began yelling about how far they could strike, half in English, and half in his own language. I got very, very close to the snake, close enough to touch it, and looked it over well. The snake looked back at me as if he was just as curious about me. But he never made any threatening movements or anything. I was never tempted to raise my rifle. He was a placid fellow. We mutually observed each other, no trouble. I finally began to worry that my companion might burst a blood vessel in his head, so I backed away and then turned and went down the hill to my companion. He seemed to have ODed on adrenaline or something, so I decided to call it a day and we headed back to home plate. As we journeyed back through the jungle, he recited everything that he had ever learned about Reticulated Pythons while growing up in the area, and also repeatedly suggested that I might be crazy. I spent the next few days being fervently lectured on the dangers of pythons, every time that I bumped into my companion. I actually felt kind of bad for making him so upset. But the snake and I parted on good terms.