I did see this handsome fellow and pulled the Little House on the Highway over at one of the very few turnouts along the road. I walked back to find him in the very same spot sunning himself. He didn't seem to mind my presence and kindly allowed me to take a few photos of him. What a beauty.
I moved in for some closer shots which he didn't mind at all. When I was done taking pictures I thought best to move him off the shoulder of the road and back among the sagebrush. It was then I discovered why he was so cooperative.
He was dead. How very sad. There were no signs of any truama to his body yet there was a small pool of fresh blood beneath his head. I cannot picture how he could have been hit by a car and then slithered all the way over to where I found him only to expire. I've seen many a dead snake on or just off the road but none in such perfect condition. It remains a mystery what happened to him.