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Originally Posted by Hugh R
I killed one in my house once about 10 years ago. The now deceased MIL left her door open for her rat dog. I was coming in from the hot tub and actually kicked it in the dark I heard the rattle and was a little, OK a lot drunk, I ended up grinding it's head off with a shovel on my new hardwood floors. So I was finishing off a big a$$ rattler more or less naked in by bathrobe, but I had the sense of mind to put my cowboy boots on.
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Reminds of the story of the Cowboy who was bitten while pissing. His buddy rides into town to get the doctor, who is too busy with other patients to ride out. But the doctor describes what he has to do. Make a cut in line with the bite, then cross cut each bite and then suck the venom out.
He rides back to his friend and simply tells him: "Doc says you're gonna die..."
Edit: Oh Well Wayner beat me too it