Something I'd like to share about Black Racers. Many years ago I lived in CT, and belonged to the local F&G. We were on our spring stocking and I had two buckets that I released by an old mill dam. As I stood on he wall of the old mill well house hole, I spotted two Black Racers. There was a dead branch that had fallen into the hole, so I picked it up and poked one of the snakes. In the blink of an eye those snakes scooted up that branch and after me. I took off, buckets in hand, and almost broke a speed record getting back to the stocking truck. They don't call them Black Racers for nothing!
