I can remember when I was probably nine or ten that I was at a camp and there was a raft a ways out that the older kids would swim to and jump off. This was at a lake local to me, not Winnipesaukee, but one day I decided to try and make the swim out there too. So I headed out and as I got about 3/4 of the way I started getting really tired. It was with, what I thought, was my last bit of energy that I reached out for the raft, and almost put my hand on what looks from the pictures here must've been a very large Fisher Spider. This thing was as big as my hand! At that moment my adrenal gland dumped a large dose of adrenalin into my bloodstream, and I turned around and headed back to shore. I made it easily, and never went near that raft again that summer.