Many many years ago, when I was in the Air Force stationed in Idaho, my friends and I would have a rattlesnake cookout every few months. There was an area to the northeast of town that was just filled with rattlesnakes. It was so bad, when someone tried to build a house there, it had to be abandoned because of all the snakes. To catch the snakes, we would put stove pipe under our jeans and just go walking. When the snakes would strike, the fangs would go through the jeans but hit the stove pipe and bend down. Then the snakes would be stuck to your pants. It would freak out folks if we stopped in town with 5 or 6 snakes hanging off our pants, rattles buzzing like crazy. :shocked2: We would go in the house and open up the freezer, grab the snake behind the head and pull them off the pants and toss them into the freezer. After a hour, they were done. We could grab them and clean them up. Get the grill going and cook them up. It was best to fillet them as they had too many bones otherwise. Tasted close to chicken but with a good bar-ba-que sauce, it had it's own appeal. :rotf: