My first ever hunt with a hunting buddy happened near Roswell New Mexico USA in 1993.
I went out into the desert near Carlsbad with Jesse Burchard (long since passed on) he was a wonderful natured but short in stature chap who was over 70 years old then with 11 children to his name and a very god fearing church goer but he was very warm hearted also, (he had been a medic on the Guadancanal battle with the US marines), so we went out from the truck going parallel about 150 yards apart and stalking along then he yells over to me "Marty here is a rattlesnake shall I shoot it?". "No" shout I back as it will startle the deer.
I now think thats the end of the hunt so an hour later I work my way back to the truck and there he is grinning and holding up this dead snake longer than he is tall. "I heard no shot" say I "well you said not to shoot at it so I butted it to death with the stock of the shotgun"
Seemed very ballsy to me for an old man.
He preserved it in glycol anti freeze and made a hat band from it. They are not endangered as they were always to see on the highways as roadkill.