My brother, Patrick, lived on Lake Texoma in Pottsboro, Texas. In 1971, Fisho and I drove there to spend a week with Patrick and his family. We crammed everything imaginable into that week including a fun day on the Lake. After our boating adventure, we spotted this copperhead. Everyone insisted it was dead, so we took this photo of me with it. As soon as I got up, the snake started to move. Was I lucky or what?
1971
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Oh, what a close call. Jesus protected you that day.
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