Mom loved to tell a story on my Great Uncle, George, in Oklahoma. Years before this he had let the rope wrap around his wrist while he was roping a steer and his hand was pulled off. I remember he never said much and always kept the stump of his wrist tucked into the bib of his overalls.
One day he was helping Aunt Olive by getting some eggs in and found a snake there in the coop. He grabbed the tail of the snake and took it outside, then just like cracking a bullwhip he drew his arm back, threw his arm forward like a pitcher in the major leagues and popped the head off of the snake. But right at that moment, he felt something cold and wet fall down into his boot.
Well, he couldn't pull his boot off with only one hand, so he walked gingerly back to the house and got help to get his boot off. They found it was just his pocket knife that had fallen through a hole in the pocket of his bib overalls.
Lol, good story, I know some do it but rattlers are so quick.