Yep. Don't mess with a copperhead.I remember when I was about 14 or so, we went to visit my cousin out in the boonies here in N. Central Texas.
It was early spring and she had some blackberries we were picking. I was squatted down picking them and all of a sudden I see something moving just below my hands where I was picking. I jumped up and told my aunts (who were also there picking berries) I thought it was a snake. They, being old country girls and all, went and got a hoe and a shovel and started beating the berry bushes. He came out and they whacked his head and killed him quick.
He was about 4 feet long or so. He had been less than a foot from my hand, too. Yikes.
Must have been serious drunk.