Growing up on a rural farm back in AZ, if we found a rattler near a building, it got killed. If we found one out in a field/pasture (well away from buildings), it got left alone. All other snakes got left alone, unless they actually got into the house, which almost never happened. If they did, they would just get relocated to a barn. Growing up, all my friends and folks I encountered were all "rural folks". I don't ever recall anyone being bitten by a rattler, except one kid in senior year H.S. . He was at the lake one weekend and was walking through some brush and got struck, but snake only had one fang, so it didn't look like a snake bite. Snake never rattled, just struck once. He obviously felt the strike, but thought it was thorn bush or whatever. By the time they actually figured out it was a snake, he dang near died. Long recovery and he lived, but he was never the same.
Anyway, we always used to call folks that got struck by rattlers "Tourists". Because anyone other than an out of state tourist, we figured had enough common sense to avoid them. You usually have to be doing something to the snake to earn the strike. At least desert rattlers around AZ/NM anyway.
Growing up outdoors, hunting, camping, fishing, I only had a few close encounters, and they always announced their presence in time for me to back away. It wasn't until I got married, and took the "New Mrs. Slim" ("city girl") out for her very first ever camping trip (we were stationed in NM back then) that I had to kill one while camping. We were setting up camp, she heard one buzzing when I went to go water a tree, (I went around it, lol), and when I came back she asked me "what was that?" My response of "that was just a rattler, but he's way over there, I doubt he'll bother us from all the noise we're making (setting up camp)". That was it, she walked back to the car, got in, rolled up the windows and wouldn't get out until I killed the snake.
Me: "Sorry, 'ol snake, 'ol buddy, 'ol pal, but Momma says you got to go. Nothing personal...
BANG!.
And ever since then, the unspoken law (ok, seldom spoken) has always been, if Momma finds out one is around, it's BANG! Dead snake. Doesn't matter what kind of snake either. I have to go kill it no matter what.
Ok, Dear.
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