In the Spring of 2006 I went down to my boat at 5:30 AM to get everything ready for a guide trip. I turned my bow and stern lights on and was placing my rod and reels in their upright holders. The day before I had caught some bream/gills for bait and had put them in my livewell so they would not kill my shad in the bait tank. To keep them alive I had place an air hose in the livewell and placed a .25 inch stick between under the lid to keep it from shutting off the air hose. As I raise the lid to get the air hose out, all ^%$# breaks loose and I heard a trashing sound in the livewell. I jumped back and a copper head sticks his head out with a bream in his mouth. I grab my big landing net and take a swat at it and that just makes it mad. I jump up on my console seat and the snake runs towards the front of the boat and gets between the front part of the console and my bait tank. I use the net again and it then moves to the back of the boat behind the livewell. With all that excitement, mother nature tells me that I have to go back up the hill to the house and use the bathroom. Best movement I have had in I don't know when. Fifteen or so minutes later I am back down to the boat and I use my flash light to check behind the livewell and bigle area looking for the snake and do not see him. What a relief! I go and pick up my party a few minutes late and told them what had happened. Everybody was glad that the snake had left the boat. That night aroung 7 PM I get a call at home from one of my bass buddies who was in a night time bass tournament and he is on his cell and said "Mac, you would not believe what we just saw come out of the back of your boat". You guessed it, it was the copper head. So, I guess the moral to this story is, if you don't bother them, they ain't going to bother you.