“ James was my cousin. When I was 5 or 6, James saved me from getting snakebit when we were out fishing with Uncle Virgil and Daddy John. I was bored, impatient and wanted to go ashore to catch tadpoles. They gladly pulled to shore to off-load me. As I started to jump out of the boat, a cottonmouth that was coiled up by a gan can struck at me. James was behind me (still in the boat) and jerked me straight up. The snake missed me. Never forget that day! Over the years we lost touch. Will miss him. ”