One day, I went out to my garage to feed the cat. Found her staring down a 4½ foot long diamondback rattlesnake.
Called my stepdad, who blew the thing’s head off with a shot gun.
I personally don’t believe in killing anything unless you’re planning on eating it. So, I skinned the thing and fried it up. It was really good, if kind of hard to eat – lots of bones, not much meat.
Then, I tanned the skin and mounted it. Sold it for $80.