Post your GDCK stories.

I was working in Blantyre, Malawi a few years ago and the hotel where I was staying had a beautiful flower garden along the fence line in a sort of courtyard setting. There were signs along the sidewalk saying "Stay on the sidewalk." I wanted to get a close look at the flowers so I asked the hotel receptionist if it would be okay if I walked on the grass to get to the flower garden.

She said I could but only at my own risk due to the cobras which might be in the grass.

She also asked me what floor my room was on. When I told her the third floor she said I was safe from the cobras because they could only climb up the bricks and get in through windows on the first floor.

I never did get a close up look at those flowers....

Me and my little brother were at our grandparent's house in Monroe one summer. They had this huge open field with a big pond at the end of it that we would always fish in. My grandma had warned us the day before that she had seen a lot of snakes around the yard lately so to be on the look out. We got to the pond, rigged our poles up, and started fishing. There was this large dead tree trunk on the shore close to the water that was perfect to sit on and fish and we both took a seat on it. Not 10 seconds later we hear this rattling noise that was so loud we immediately knew it had to be directly under the log. I looked down and ab 12 inches away from my brother's leg was a huge fricking GDCK reared up in the strike position. My stomach dropped, I knew that thing was going to bite him at any moment. I told him to quickly pull his legs up then swivel to the backside of the log and run. As soon as he did that the GDCK took off into the pond and disappeared underwater. That sob had to have been at least 6 feet long. We both walked back to the house with no fish and needing fresh pairs of Hanes.

Killed this fricker while cleaning up deer camp last week. Under a sheet of plywood. 14 babies inside

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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.

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.

Ok.

The year was 1985, I was 6. It was a hot summer...south MS hot. We were at our hunting camp doing summer time hunting camp stuff. That afternoon, we all go down to the creek to play on the sandbar. This particular day, the creek had cut the sandbar, creating a small island. Perfect for a 6 year old. I am out there playing and building one bad arse sand-castle-rocket.

I hear some noise in the background, but generally ignore it. Then i hear my sister screaming really loud. I look up and my dad and several of the other guys are running towards me and waving there hands crazy. Finally, amongst the noise, I realize they are screaming at me, telling me to run. Then i hear it..the work SNAKE. I look behind me and a GDCK is probably 6 feet from me. This thing is freaking huge. It was every bit of 6 feet long. In my 6 year old mind it is already swallowing me. I freak, pull some rolling maneuver in the sand and then started to haul arse.

Fortunately, my dad and friends were packing. That shot GDCK multiple times, which was necessary given its size. I recall them noting that it was still moving after somewhere around 20 shots. I was afraid of going in that creek for sometime. The worst part was, between the snake and the shooting, they fricked up my Sandcastle-Rocket. frickIN' GDCK.

Just get a Jack Russell Terrier to deal with the Cobras

Jack Russell vs Cobra