I stepped on a small copperhead when I was 16 while I was walking through the woods. It bit me near the arch of my foot through my tennis shoe. My dad called the doctor when I got home (I’d cut the snake’s head off and put it in my shirt pocket so he could ID it) and asked the doc what he should do. The doc asked him how far I’d walked to get home and he told him about 10 miles. The doc said to put some ice on it and bring me to town in the morning for a tetnus shot and some antibiotics. Guess it was one of those bites when the snake didn’t get its fangs locked. It never hurt, just itched.
Reminds me of the time I was rabbit hunting in the desert with a .22 when I was 19. I saw a cottontail leap out from behind a sagebrush and stepped foreword as I fired. I hit the rabbit then looked down to see what the spongy feeling thing was under my foot. It was a rattler! I jumped back and shot it too. Double whammy with two shots.