Ed, you wouldn't have much fun hunting down here.
Everytime I sit down, leaning against a pine tree in the dark when I'm 40 yards from a Tom roosting, I scrape the ground clean with my boot. A few years ago I didn't and it was cool in March. I felt something all morning under my thigh and when I finally got up found a Pygmy Rattler had been keeping warm under my leg. Growing up with this, it becomes second nature wading and walking through the woods and swamps, here. You're always watching where you step and the tree limbs that are near you that might have a Mocassin sunning on about shoulder high.