I forgot the most exciting part of my trip to Stockton the other night. I just got set up, sit down with a cup of coffee, looked up and a snake was about 4 or 5 feet from the boat, coming at me like a torpedo. May have been the way the light was shining, but it looked like about a 7 ft long rattlemouthcottonmocasin. Thanks to my 4 ft long fully automatic boat paddle and a lot of cussin, I finally ran him off.