I had a big ass moccasin run me off of my fishing spot last week. I got a late start and had to retie my line and all that good stuff so it was getting real close to dark. I stood on the pond dam and just as I was about to cast I saw it swimming straight toward me. That bastard stopped and looked straight at me and started easing closer, its head disappeared into the weeds about 5 feet below my feet. I decided it was too late for fishing and went back to the house.