Two stories:
Back when I was bowhunting, I got permission from a rancher out by Hudson to hunt the pronghorns I saw on his property. I parked on the road, and when the goats put their heads down, I would make my move toward them, mostly just crouched down. When I got closer, I belly crawled toward a fatdoe on a hilltop. As I was crawling, I would watch the doe, and when she put her head down to feed, I would crawl a few feet. As I was crawling, I heard this tic, tic, tic, and I thought it was those cicadas, they were everywhere that fall. It would stop when I stopped, and begin again as I moved. Finally I looked over, and there was a prairie rattler about 5 feet from my face, coiled up ready to strike. I took the arrow out of my bow, and whacked him one, real hard, and glory be, I almost cut his head off. By that time I was about 50 yards from the doe, and raised up and took a shot. Missed, right under her belly. I picked the rattler up with my arrow, and carried it back to the Bronco, and there was another right under the driver's door! He also was coiled up, and I just stuck the arrow point into his middle, and stuffed him into a burlap bag I had in the back.I sold the rattler skins for $25 each.
My wife and I used to like prowling the desert around Pueblo when we lived there, looking for artifacts. One day we were near this creek, and she was about 20 yards ahead of me. She let out a shriek and ran towards me, and jumped into my arms, screaming, "rattlesnake!" We didn't kill him though, like snowdragon, noone else would come upon it.