Failed to mention..
R and I were cleaning up from my ride, he walked over to the old tie-post by my house to set my saddle down (to take inside). I walked over to the same spot, wet saddle pad in hand, and grabbed the dry one that had blown to the ground.
Me: "um, SNAKE! Right there!"
It slithered under the side of the house, so we stared a while, unsure if it was poisonous or not. Finished cleaning up for the night, took the boys some hay, went to take my saddle inside. There he was again! Snake! Coiled up, laying atop the pile of dead leaves, right between the trash can and the tie post.
About a foot long
I retrieved my shotgun (awesome Christmas present, Dad!), and eliminated him. First lethal non-target shot with the new gun. A very good shot at that, as his little body went SPLAT over the leaves. He suffered a while, but was very dead by 9:30, and even more for sure dead this morning.
Looked up some pictures this morning. Looked much like a copperhead before I killed him. This morning, he just looked dead. the great white huntress strikes again..