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Here's one that I just remembered from way back when I was Caveyoungin, I was about 8-9 yo IIRC.
We had transferred from Mississippi to a very small rural community in Georgia for my dad's work. I had already been hunting for a couple of years with my dad's old trusted Remington 510 22lr bolt rifle so I was a custom to asking permission to use it before taking it. One day, my best friend Doug and I went down to the swamp to hunt squirrels.
It was a long walk and we did think to bring our Boy Scout canteens full of water and a snack, did I mention it was hotter than fresh laid asphalt?
When we got to the hunting area we walked a trail next to a good size creek and I told Doug I was going to cross. I surveyed the water in front of me just to make sure there were no alligators or Nile crocodiles then stepped in up to my navel and proceeded to wade to the other side. Before I got to the other side, off to the right about 10 yards or so, there was a big commotion, lots of splashing that startled me, strike that it scared the bubblegum out of me. I froze. Then I saw what appear to be a snake!!!
I leapt out of the water like a wildebeest escaping a Nile crocodile. Once I got up on the bank, scared shirtless, I looked over and saw this big water moccasin that had attacked a largemouth bass. I don't know what came over me but I wanted that bass so the snake had to die and it did.
As a grown man, 30 years later and 2,400 miles away, I can honestly say the first time I waded into a Washington River I thought about that memory and proceeded with caution.
We had transferred from Mississippi to a very small rural community in Georgia for my dad's work. I had already been hunting for a couple of years with my dad's old trusted Remington 510 22lr bolt rifle so I was a custom to asking permission to use it before taking it. One day, my best friend Doug and I went down to the swamp to hunt squirrels.
It was a long walk and we did think to bring our Boy Scout canteens full of water and a snack, did I mention it was hotter than fresh laid asphalt?
When we got to the hunting area we walked a trail next to a good size creek and I told Doug I was going to cross. I surveyed the water in front of me just to make sure there were no alligators or Nile crocodiles then stepped in up to my navel and proceeded to wade to the other side. Before I got to the other side, off to the right about 10 yards or so, there was a big commotion, lots of splashing that startled me, strike that it scared the bubblegum out of me. I froze. Then I saw what appear to be a snake!!!
I leapt out of the water like a wildebeest escaping a Nile crocodile. Once I got up on the bank, scared shirtless, I looked over and saw this big water moccasin that had attacked a largemouth bass. I don't know what came over me but I wanted that bass so the snake had to die and it did.
As a grown man, 30 years later and 2,400 miles away, I can honestly say the first time I waded into a Washington River I thought about that memory and proceeded with caution.