We used to have a plant in Vicksburg, MS that I spent 6 weeks at one summer, in the middle of an oil spill cleanup.
We had rubber fines that followed a small ditch all the way to a Mississippi bayou, and so we (along with a MDEQ guy and a consultant) made many trips down a footpath to the river...about 1/2 mile.
I had never seen a true cottonmouth and the old guy that ran the plant decided to show me one. On the next walk, he simply stepped to an old log and reached behind it with his brush cutter and picked up what looked like a 10 year old kid's leg...only it was black and highly pi**ed off. He told me I'd walked right past it on every trip. It lived right there...and this was about the dozenth time I'd been down that path. He asked me if I thought he carried that cutter to actually cut brush???
JEEEEZUS!!! I kept my eyes on the ground ALL the time after that...
In a lifetime, the average driver will honk 15,250 times. My wife figures I'm due to die any day now...
