Working alone in remote ponds, Ron Gollobin, with the prayers of a pagan and patience of a stone, caught and milked hundreds of 3’ to 5’ cottonmouths by hand, all in an effort to obtain venom via a glory-and-riches scheme for the ages. Welcome to Gollobin’s addicting madness and a tale too insane for fiction: a cottonmouth farmer seeking a venom crop for harvest.