The little boy apparently was a snake lover. Before we started walking down the trail, Mom and Dad kept reminding him that they might see a snake out in the woods. I pointed out that it was cold and we probably wouldn't see them (mostly to just reassure myself that I wouldn't see any than anyone else ha ha), and they told me they realized that and just noted that they were just saying it to keep the little guy motivated to smile.
On our way out of the woods, we stopped by the river for a few last shots. Mom wanted some of just her and the little guy, so I stepped into the grass near some kind of animal hole and told him to come look, that there might be a snake down in the hole to get him to come over. And then I looked down myself, and what did I see?? An actual snake. I jumped out of the way while the family did the opposite and crowded around it. It was not moving (there was still tons of frost all around, it was likely just frozen), so Dad comes over and actually lifts it up. I was terrified, because I had no idea if it was a rattle snake or not or if they had any idea if it was a rattle snake or not (later discovered Dad hunts, he knew what he was doing). It was a very long bull snake with a large bulge by the neck that was very likely it's last meal making it's way down. I was equal parts terrified and fascinated, as I am with most slithery slimy creatures.