I grew up in the woods of Southern Indiana, we spent many a day trying to be as stupid as possible! One of our favorite activities was going down to the big creek bridge and looking for snakes. We found plenty of blue racers and king snakes and the like.
It was the day I came eye to beady eye with a water moccasin that we stopped that game. We were tired, wet and cold when we decided to exit the creek by the bank next to a field. That was a mistake! It was late March and a cloudy day, so no bite to the face... But, it taught me a lesson... They own this place and I probably should be more careful where I stick my big, unprotected, pink head!