Man - he’s gotta he almost 7’. Biggest one I killed was almost 6’. Fat girth, sitting in palmettos - big a pine tree branch. I got another on the water abt 4ft up on Lake George. However, the real meanies are the little rattlers!
“However, the real meanies are the little rattlers”
Meeting up with a hunting buddy in the southern New Mexico desert, i was approaching within talking distance as he sat on the tailgate. I stepped on a little 2 foot or smaller one. Instantly rattled and wrapped on my boot.
I let out a girl sound I didn’t even know I could make. The soles of my boots suddenly were about 3 feet in the air, and 5 feet sideways. Somewhere along the flight, we parted ways. Little bastard vanished into the grass.
We couldn’t find a bite.
Makes me sick to remember it. My buddy says it was the best experience of his life.