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I was a young seaman home on leave and myself and a 2nd cousin plus a buddy went fishing in Briar Creek which is pretty small. Jerard my rich cousin had gotten a new Browning auto shotgun for Christmas and turns out he is VERY afraid of snakes but he had the boat, 12' jon boat so we had to get him to go. He really didn't want to go but he finally said OK. We told him he could sit in front and shoot the snakes when he saw them. Small creek with bushes hanging over the water with snakes of course. No motor and going down stream and the only time he saw a snake was when it slid into the water, no shots. Big log across the creek, going no father, don't remember catching any fish. Had to paddle back up to the truck, Jerard, "no no not going back". So I told him I would get up front and shoot the snakes and he could set in the back and the snakes had two others to bite before they got to him, so we headed back. Got to this place where the bushes hung over both sides with only a few feet clear in the middle. Jerard "SHOOT HIM SHOOT HIM" and I never saw a snake. Guess the back end of the boat got even with the snake and he jumps up and runs over Leslie in the middle and gets to the front with me and turns the boat over. Now we all in the water and I'm sure not liking being there with the snakes and drop the shotgun. We all get to the bank and of course Leslie and I had to go back to the log and get the boat and take it to the truck. We go home and tell Jerard to have his folks go get the gun. Two or three days later his Dad comes to my house and asks me where the gun is, Jerard would not tell them. I took them there and one of them got in the creek and found the gun, needless to say we never went fishing with Jerard agin.
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