They still laugh that it became No Contest, hitting the snakes in the head with one shot, and a waste of ammo.
I reverted to the good old shovel unless it was over 3' long.
Have to laugh, since my husband is not comfortable around snakes either. It always fell to me to kill the snakes, and one day in Port Malabar, a ground rattler was in our bedroom.
He bravely kept the three children out of the room (all 3 laughing..:)) while I leaped up on the bed and decapitated it along the baseboard, kids yelling, "Go, Mom, go!"
Hooo Yahhhh!