Now, I don’t mean this to be racist:
My dad and I were trolling for crappie back in the late ‘50’s and the bank was lined with several black guys fishing with cane poles...All of a sudden, one black guy comes running down the bank yelling, “Yonder come Mr Game Warden!!! Yonder come Mr Game Warden!!!!”
The guys scattered like a covey of quail...We saw them here and there in the woods peeking around for the next 10 minutes....
I was fishing along the Missouri river with my cousin and grandpa when this black guy across the way from us started jumping and yelling as loud as he could. Apparently a water moccasin jomped his bait and he was swinging the snake around trying to get it off the line. I’m guessing it was his last hook and piece of bait, otherwise cut the line. It’s not worth a trip to the hospital.