It was our lastevening when Pepe caught fire, figuratively speaking. Dark was coming on fast,and fishing that had slowed was now quickly picking up. In Pepe's boat, Jim andI were alternating casting sessions in the bow as we eased toward a long,tapering point. Justin, our photographer, was in the other boat. Then Pepeshouted something we couldn't understand, yanked the outboard alive and nearlytossed Jim over. Pepe had a mission. "Snake!" he shouted, pointing."Photo! Photo! Camera! Camera!" Pepe was pulling up English we didn'tknow he had. We warily circled the swimming snake, a rattler that was 5 feetlong. Pepe's eyes looked mighty big, and I knew the rattler had displaced theiguanas in his inventory of interesting things.