re: Post your GDCK stories.

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.