re: Post your GDCK stories.

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Post your GDCK stories.

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I have several:

About ten years ago my brother and I were driving in his truck and laid out across the road is a huge freaking God Damn Cobra King snake (rattlesnake). His head is in one side of the road and his tail is in the other and this is a pretty good sized road as far as dirt roads in the woods go. We run over with his truck but it just sinks down in the dirt and is pissed, we backup and try again and get the same result. That sucker is pissed and striking at the truck, a log truck followed by a road grader comes around the corner. The log truck tries to run over it several times and again it just sinks in the ground. The grader tries to to hit with the blade and nothing happens. Finally after about 5 minutes my brother remembers he has a shotgun on the backseat (we had been turkey hunting that morning) and so we pump 3 loads of 12 gauge #4 into him. When we cut off the rattle it had 38 beads on it and the snake measured over 6 feet.

Last december at our new hunting camp, one of my buddies was going down the stairs (it is an elevated camp because it is overlooking the ms river) and he has on house shoes. He picks up his hunting boots that had fallen over and a 4 foot (GDCK) cottonmouth falls out of one of them. I have never seen a 30year old man run so fast in my life.

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Head on the left, tail on the right. I screamed like a fricking girl. I didn't know what to do so I just grabbed it and slung it and ran around the yard in a panic

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Ho. Lee. frick

I don't care what any of y'all say. This thread delivers.

And it's terrible.

When I was a young buck my friend lived on the lakefront just over the Jefferson line. We walked over to the levee one night to smoke a cigarette away from his parents. It was windy so I leaned into the metal sheet piling as cover to light up.

When I did I felt multiple hard taps on my foot and ankle. I jumped back and put the lighter down so I could see what it was and a big arse GDCK was sharing the sheet piling with me. Luckily I had on boots which I noticed the fangs had marked, but did not fully penetrate.

The lighter I was using was my friend's zippo and fortunately he was refilling it as we were walking over. Needless to say we killed it with fire. Lots and lots of fire.

When I was about 10 we went to my great aunt and uncles down in Lake Jackson, TX. My cousins and I just got off the trampoline and were walking to the front yard when my cousin Zack stops dead in his tracks and grabs my other cousin Jordy who was about to drop his foot. I was in front of them and looked back wondering what the sudden jolt was. Zack is stairing at the ground but calmly says "Go get pop or my dad. And a shovel. There is a coral snake right there." I told him he was full of bull until I looked down and noticed the red on yellow pattern. I ran off, grabbed Zacks dad, who got the shovel and hacked its head off. Was about 2 1/2 foot long, which is big for a coral snake. Jordy was about to step on the snakes head. I apparently stepped over it without a clue.

So did I win this true story competition?