Thanks for sharing the photos sir! When I was a young boy we had a coachwhip that lived in our barn under the hay bales. My dad loved him because he ate rats. I hated him because he was very aggressive and would chase me out of the barn. My dad told me to leave him alone because he was a good snake. One afternoon after he had run me out of the barn for about the 3rd time that week and for some strange reason he decided to leave and never return to the barn.....