I abandoned a fishing trip one bright Saturday morning because of brown water snakes (what we called water moccasins back home in Central PA, but not the same poisonous snake called water moccasins here in Virginia - we called those cottonmouth back home). Anyway, these brown water snakes were waking up in their bit of woods as the sun rose and began warming things up. A new subdivision had been built where they used to hunt, so they all went across the stream to the other side to hunt in the woods where they were a lot less likely to be chopped to bits by a shovel wielding suburbanite.
I'm not into chopping randomly encountered snakes into bits with a shovel, but I sure don't like stepping on them in the water (which happened accidentally) or having them hitting my line to leader joint (which happened) or having them strike at my streamer fly (which also happened). I was particularly concerned about one trying to swim down my waders - which were close to the water surface as the channel from which I was casting was more than waist deep. So, I got the heck out of there and calmed my nerves with the thought of early morning beers (which I chose not to consume in reality because that's just a little too hard-core for me).
I do not like snakes.
- Big D
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