Years ago when the kids were around 12 and 10,we took them fishing to a little shallow creek. Mike had already disappeared upstream, leaving me (as usual) to cut bait, fix tangled lines, take fish off the hook, etc. I was standing on the bank about 20 feet from Zach who was out in the middle of the creek standing on rocks and goofing off, when a crane with a snake in its mouth rose up and flew really low in Zach’s direction. Zach sees it and yells FLAMINGO! This startles the crane and he drops his snake right beside Zach! I go into mama bear mode, and run into the creek to the rescue, but the snake was happy to be free and escapes my wrath. That was a close one.