I lived on a dammed-up cypress swamp in Georgetown SC. (Great fishing hole - about 7 acres total. Fished there 4-5 days a week after work, surf-cast in the ocean on weekends. Ahhh. That was the life.)
Anyway, I grabbed a beer and my tackle and went down to the kudzu-covered earthen dam, and saw a "bald spot" to stand in while casting. Just as I was about to step into it, a 4" diameter cottonmouth (about 4' long) slithered away.
Had I made contact, I would probably not be typing this...
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