In my formative years I used to frog gig a lot. A buddy and I would gig from a canoe. One would sit in the back paddling and holding the spotlight. The other would sit in the front with the gig. We would hit all the lakes and creeks around the area. One night I was paddling and he was in the front working a local stock lake. Saw a set of eyes on the bank under a willow tree. A limb was hanging out over the water and I eased him and the bow of the canoe under the limb. About the time he cleared the limb the biggest water moccasin I’ve ever seen dropped between us in the canoe He was against the bank and just jumped, I was 12-16 feet out in the lake. I some how left the canoe and made it ashore without getting my feet wet. Went back the next day in the daylight to get the canoe.