zooker

as we were in eastern ga. with the cane bearing down upon us. we chosse to relocate to eastern nc coastal swamps for the rest of the week. good choice.. we drove through 50+mph winds and rain that had us driving at 45-50 mph on I-95 for a while. we got up here to the gator river hunt club head quarters. it was rainning lightly we decieded to go duck hunting as we sat on the fireing line ankle deep in the famed gator river. getting a pair of woody's and a single blue bill. we were walking back to the trucks along a road that was all sand and a bit gooey. the comment was made "there aint no cotten mouths in nc" about 100 yards farther down the road -walking 5 abreast- a large snake striked at my calf hitting the buckle/strap on my red head knee boots-after swating at the snake and removing it from the boot with my gun butt. wormy and doc put 2 into it at point blank range. i looked at shag nasty and asked "just what do you think that snake was ?" answer upon some one producing a light showed a 6 1/2 foot water moccsin.

though i am not afraid of snakes. that one got the adrenalimne flowing for sure...i live a charmed life for sure.as the snake never penatrated the boot wall but put 2 holes through the strap near the buckle.. i did verably abuse the swamp in general even give a course in 4 letter words. i WILL be adding to my considerable gear pile a set of snake proff chaps for sure..

wormy said he never seen me move quite that fast ever-he is my brother


zooker