A few years ago, the wife and I were running our limb lines at night over at Ft. Cobb. There was a tree on a point, where we could place five lines. I was rowing the boat as the wife went to get the first line. I heard a mild squawk, then a splash, then nothing. "Was that a snake?" "Yeah, for all YOU care. It landed right on my head." She is really afraid of snakes, so I couldn't believe she was so calm about it.
We camped out at Cobb for a number of years, mostly during fall and winter. One year, we had a snake that would come out of the water, slither over to a tree next to our camp fire, and climb up and out onto a branch directly over our fire, presumably to warm himself. Ralph became almost like a pet.