Bought little homesick a little Savage .17. I’ve had more fun sighting that little rifle in out here at the barn property on the Guadalupe in Comfort. Yesterday afternoon the sky opened up and it hailed like crazy for about fifteen minutes. Last night we went down to the river to see if we could hook into something, and realized quickly that the storm had really turned the river upside down. Right away, we started seeing white heads hauling ass in the water along both sides of the river. Cottonmouths, at least five of them just in our little section of water. One of them started to veer towards our side of river, apparently attempting to get under a small wooden flotilla that had broken loose a little further up. Little homesick wasn’t having it, and said, “do you think you can hit it with my rifle dad”? Obviously answer when your son asks that question is, “fucking duh”. So then the pressure was on. I handed him the spotlight, picked up the rifle, and chambered a round. By the time I got it in the scope it had changed course again and I got a good look at its profile, and it was a little over 3ft long, easily one of the biggest I’d seen in quite a while. Maybe it was the audibly concerned “fuuuuck me” that came out of my mouth, because my son immediately noticed my concern. He was a trooper, kept the spot light on him, and when I squeezed the trigger he was still probably 15-20 yards away, and hauling ass, still at an angle towards us. After I fired, I had to contain my relief and excitement, but my son’s was not to be contained at all. He yelled, “Dad!! Did you see the pink mist!?!?!” TLDR; There’s a cottonmouth, who’s membership to our little swimming/fishing hole has been revoked. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get pics.