I have to relate my favorite rattlesnake story. Years ago we played paintball on a mountain field in central Arizona, and occasionally we would find a rattlesnake on the field.... play was then halted, the snake caught with a snake stick, placed in an ice chest, and later released miles away. One weekend we were playing a team with two young, gorgeous girls, and one know-it-all 50+ guy who wanted to impress the babes. A snake was found- a really pissed, hungry, fresh from hibernation, (lots o' venom stored up) Western Timber rattler. The know-it-all knothead sees his chance to impress the ladies & announces he will catch the snake with his bare hands. No amount of warnings, threats, or common sense would deter him, so everybody stepped back to watch the inevitable. He explains that he will grab him with his right after faking him out with his left. He kneels in front of the snake, wiggles his left hand, and in approximately .02 microseconds is bitten on the left hand between thumb & first finger. The snake held on a long time while this guy thrashed around, and he was barely conscious by the time he hit the ground. We carried him back to camp, and put him in a truck for the 1 hour plus drive to the hospital. He stopped breathing & needed CPR on the way, and spent 9 days in the hospital, nearly losing his hand & his life because he was stupid.
Needless to say, the girls were impressed. NOT!