A friend of mine, Gail, was telling me about her experience fishing and the problems that her & Steve had with raccoons stealing their bait, running off with their soda pop cans and just wreaking havoc on a fishing trip, and just all kinds of raccoony things. Her story reminded me of one of our fishing experiences, and below is what I wrote to her.
I know that Jimmy is afraid of snakes so when I spotted one in some cattails I used my fishing pole to push it gently (like guiding it) over into Jimmy's direction. It took me about 30 minutes of wrangling with this snake to get him to where I wanted him. When the snake was almost near to where Jimmy was it spotted his small bluegill on a stringer in the water and began swallowing one of Jimmy's fish. I left the snake alone at this point because Jimmy would see me fooling around with the snake, and I didn’t want that….I wanted the snake to be a surprise. While the snake was attempting to swallow a fish that was a little larger than it could comfortably fit into it's mouth, Jimmy had caught another bluegill, took it off his hook and pulled up the stringer only to pull up the snake with it with one of his fish in the snake’s mouth. It was so funny to see Jimmy scream, throw the fish stringer back into the water and run to get a big long stick to fight off the snake with. The snake got away unharmed, thank goodness but it came back, time after time trying to get at those bluegill on the stringer. Jimmy couldn't concentrate on fishing with that snake so close and we finally had to call it quits and come home. I finally told Jimmy how the snake got there, and we had a good laugh. Unfortunately he doesn't take me fishing anymore.