My wife, kids, and I were hiking in a remote area in the south eastern part of my state a couple weeks ago. We stopped in a large field that borders a shallow marshy creek bottom, so I could shoot some aerials (my daughter was throwing a frisbee straight up). I overshot one of her high throws and my flu-flu sailed into the creek bottom. My kid ran down into the creek to fetch it when he about did a back flip out of the bottom. I ran down to see what all the yelling was about and saw that my arrow was within ten feet of a full mature "fat" cotton mouth that was standing its ground. He was hell bent for leather to put on a show like he was mad as a hornet!! My wife was shocked because she was down in the same creek bottom earlier that day taking pictures.
Mother nature has a tendancy to show you her fangs every now and then to make sure we show our respect and stay on our toes:)
later,
Daddy Bear