If shock counts, all of my snake encounters were memorable. —Jere B.
We saw it at the same time, but by the time my husband yelled, “Get back, there’s a rattlesnake!” I was already twenty yards down the path in the opposite direction. —Terri L.
The summer we lived on the sailboat, Mama spent the whole day tearing it apart after a water snake swam up through the outboard motor well. My sister and I blistered under the sun watching the commotion from the dock. —Jeff F.
Standing there with much difficulty and in severe pain, I made up my mind that if the cause of my demise was from a rattlesnake bite underneath my childhood swing, on this farm I love so much, on this beautiful summer afternoon, then that would be just fine. —Cindy C.
A big snake was in my hunting jacket eating doves when I put it on. —Jerry W.
Woke up to a snake in our bathtub. —Karen H.
As a ten-year-old, I was trying to sweep a green snake off the porch when the snake slithered up the broom toward me—the broom flew one way and I ran the other. —Elizabeth B.
“Sn! Sna! SNAA!” was all that would come out of my mouth that cool, foggy, fall morning on a trail south of Gainesville when my husband nearly stepped on that coral snake. Thirty years later, he still reminds me how he “almost, coulda DIED!” —Mara G.
I was six or seven years old, fishing with my dad on the banks of the Altamaha River when a monster cottonmouth dropped out of a willow tree onto my back, rolled off, and swam away. —John C.
