The last copperhead I saw was when I was fishing off a low water bridge near my house. There was a crevice and LOTS of crawdad parts around it (should have been a give away) but I plopped my fat ass down and commence to catching smallies. Look over 10 minutes later and the little bastard had come out and was just hanging out watching me fish. I said "Well hello." and he hit the water at mach 2. Pretty timid but I'm a bit more mindful these days. The water moccasins? I carry a gun because of those bastards. Best case, you shit yourself when you spook one and they make a commotion leaving and worst case... Well, I won't be walking out if that happens...