A couple of years ago, my husband was walking my son to a precariously located treestand for a late afternoon deer hunt. They saw a six foot rattlesnake in the path ahead. Ol' Brilliant, er, I mean, my husband props his gun up against a tree, walks up to the snake, and picks him up just below his head. In reaction, the snake coils his tail around my husband's upper arm gaining enough traction to start pulling his head out of his grip. As six footers are quite strong, he was succeeding. Having no other choice, my husband grabs his hunting knife with his left hand and cut off the snake's head.
After hearing the story, I asked him why in the world did he do it. His reply: "I wanted to wrap duct tape around his head, put him in the freezer, and take the undamaged snake to the taxidermist." I guess I'll never understand man's obsession with rattlesnakes.