Last year my son killed a rattlesnake an brought it over to show me. He don't like them and I understand because he was snakebit a few years ago, he was skidding logs and forgot and reached under the end of the log to hitch the chain and bang he got hit. I asked him for the snake and he gave it to me. I went and got my little skinning knife and took the snake out to the picnic table to skin him. The snake was complete head still on and in good condition. This Hillbilly that was with the son tagged along and sat down across from me. I stuck the point of the knife in the snakes vent and he started wiggling a bit so I asked the Hillbilly to hang onto his front end. Well I slide the knife in and started to open up the snake. The dang rattlesnake jerked and popped right out of my hands and landed on the Hillbillys lap. Well I have never seen anybody launch straight up like a space shuttle from sitting on a picnic table like that gentleman. But I guess if somebody through a rattle snake with fangs and venom drippin off them into my lap I would vamoose pretty fast myself. It took me half an hour to stop laughin, along with everybody else. I was most apologetic to the man, but I do not think he believed me. Anyway I skinned him out and picked him down head tail and all. When I took him out of the jar after a couple or 3 weeks he sure looked good. He had this twisted crooked smile on his face like he was drunk. So anyway I have a drunken rattlesnake hatband for my little Drovers hat.