re: Post your GDCK stories.

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.