When I was about 12, we went over to a friends house who had a pond behind his house. The cottonmouths were mating in giant rolling balls in the water.
We got the brilliant idea to tie large treble hooks on our fishing poles and foul hook them and then kill them with a baseball bat.
God looks after fools and children.
Yep, they’ll tie up in knots.
Friend and I went frog gigging one night and as we were leaving my daddy said “Don’t gig a snake.”. I gigged a cotton mouth. Yep, God takes care of fools.
My brother once caught a cotton mouth. He had clubbed it a few times so it was somewhat stunned. Then he caught a king snake and put them together in the front yard and watched the king snake kill the cotton mouth. Then we killed the king snake.
Daddy came home and saw the dead king snake and wire us out.