Probably the dumbest thing I did was when I was bowfishing once. I was walking the bank of a small cove where spotted gar cruise around just under the surface. Action was kind of slow that day and a water moccasin came skimming across the water. "I wonder if I can hit that snake?"

Drew back and released. Caught that snake dead amidships. That's when it spotted me and here it came! [:-] It was making some real good speed too, with the arrow sticking out of it and cutting a wake behind. I found out real quick it's hard to push a P.O.'d moccasin away from you with a length of wet line. Didn't have time to nock another arrow, so I tossed my bow down - after all, the snake was stuck with an arrow that had a line tied to it and the other end of the line was tied to my bow, and I didn't especially want to be bringing the snake with me - and I lit out.

About 30 yards up the brand new trail I'd just cut, I found a hefty piece of dead wood, just right for a club. I went back and reclaimed my property from the snake.

I've never taken another potshot at a snake while bowfishing, I guarantee that.

Then there was the time I was driving the backroads doing some road scouting and had to drain off some of Starbucks' finest. Pulled over to the side and went to water a bush behind a big tree. I had just gotten matters in hand and was in that initial heavy sigh portion of the event when all of a sudden that bush exploded!

A wet and irritated hen turkey came out of that bush like it's tail feathers were afire. It was a good thing I was already in process or I definitely would've wet my pants on that one.

I lost a little belief in the mythic difficulty of hunting turkeys because of that episode.