Grew up on a lake in central Georgia, had an interesting run-in with a Cottonmouth at my birthday party where it swam the last 30 yards towards our shore, the whole while kids were throwing rocks at it trying to get it to turn. Never did turn around and got a good 25-30 feet into the yard towards the back patio where all the kids except my older brother had retreated to. He finally nailed it with a brick and it turned around and went back to the water. I was maybe 6 or 7, and can remember that snake to this day!
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