I was bringing a welsh pony back across the river..He would go commune with the neighbor's cows. He started swimming really fast. I noticed we were being pursued by about five water moccasins, and they were closing in fast. I pulled up my legs, and scooted up his neck. I was practically on the poor pony's head by the time we finished crossing the river.
Not sure which of us was more freaked out.
I sometimes swim in our Florida creeks and rivers, and I’m way more afraid of mocassins than gators.