Ginger decided she would go out into the woods for the first time since she had been attacked by some kind of wild animal. She took her fishing pole and a can of worms back to Lizard Creek which is really a small river at the edge of her woods. She stood on the river’s bank for a good while, listening and deep breathing before finally baiting her hook and throwing out her line. She sat comfortably and relaxed against a tree waiting for fish to nibble, then bite at her line, but all the while on high alert so as not to suffer another surprise attack from some wild animal. Once in a while, she’d bring her hand up to the pocket of her jacket which snuggly held her fully loaded pistol.
After a while she began to relax more and more and within a couple of hours she had caught ten fish and was out of worms to use for bait. As she looked around for something to use as bait, she saw a cotton mouth snake near her foot. It had a good sized toad in its mouth and Ginger knew toads make awesome bass fish bait, so she decided to take it from the snake.
The snake could not bite Ginger with its mouth already full of toad, so she grabbed it and picked up the snake just behind its mouth by the head. Then she poured into the snake’s mouth and past the slight openings around the toad, lots of the whiskey she routinely carried in her first aide pack. The snake went limp soon enough and Ginger pulled out the toad, then safely released the sedated snake.
About an hour later, Ginger felt something nudging her boot. It was the same cotton mouth snake returning to her only now it had two toads in its mouth!