Back in the mid 70's four of us were fishing on the Withlacoochee River which is a wild river that runs into the Gulf of Mexico. We were at least 20 miles from the nearest medical facility.My Dad owned property on Lake Cumberland. One time in my college days me and a buddy went down for a weekend and went out on the boat. A couple of coves we went into the water was covered with water moccasins (I believe). Must have been mating season or something.
We were pulling the boat to shore to stretch our legs and my buddy asked me to take a long pole and check how deep it was. I thought it would be 2 or 3 feet deep but I hit a gator hole and my momentum threw me out of the boat when I put the pole in the water.
I did not notice what was hanging from oak trees limbs along the river bank but it was a half of dozen cotton mouths. When I hit the water they dropped into the river and headed in my direction. As I came up the three in the boat hollered "COTTON MOUTHS !!!!" I immediately came out, walking on water like Peter of Old and went straight into the boat with a little help from my friends. I was shook up beyond being shook up. If one of the things had got a hold of me I was a dead man. There is no way they could have got medical attention for me. If only one got to me I may have had a chance but not a half dozen.
The area looked a lot like this. The snakes were hanging on limbs over the river.
