That's not a life used up, it's just a near miss!
managed to cover about 50m back down the hill before I became conscious of what I was doing. It's wierd how that primeval flight instinct when seeing a snake must still be hotwired into the human brain.
When climbing in Aus (or maybe SA can't remember) doing a trad route and grabbed a pocket, pocket made hissing sound, fired myself away from wall like a jack in the box. Didn't even think about where the last runner was. Belayer was a bit surprised.
Always nice to see Goosanders.