Last June, I was fishing Metcalf and minding my own bussiness when a snake decided he needed to be on the rock I was on. I poked at him with my rod. He simply pulled his head back and then kept coming. I poked again and made this really wierd grunt/moan/roar....he pulled his head back and then kept coming. He was now about 4 feet away, I then poked at him really hard and broke my rod in 3 places, began to dance and slipped on some of that really slick green moss, fell flat on my back and began to squeel like a 7th grade girl at a Justin Timberlake concert.......I did get a new St. Croix Rod out of it and learned one thing about myself, I really hate snakes!!!!!!