The snakes I hate are the side winders we had at Twenty-nine Palms. There is something just wrong about a snake that can outrun you.
We came up on 10 foot rattler and my wife yelled “Get the pistol, get th pistol!”
I jumped out of the truck, ran up to the snake and chased him off the road. Very interesting rattler, huge and fast.
She asked whether I had lost my mind and I replied that I had been around snakes a lot, had kept them in my bedroom. Thought seriously about herpetology as a living.
Funny stuff.