The guys that went out Rattlesnake hunting in Oklahoma wire anti bite pant also. One guy was so good at that he swore he could smell the dens. He use to come back with bags of those damn things. In the five years I was there I saw one. It was a behemoth! I was at least as big around as my wrist. The length had to be huge because it was so thick. I almost stepped on it. My friend slapped me on the back trying to stop himself from stepping on it. I had no shirt on from fishing in the heat and I had a massive sun burn. I was alerted very harshly when he slapped my back. It had a white hand print on my right shoulder for days. He wasn't the best friend to have in a crisis. He would much rather dip me in the hot grease than being in any danger himself. It would've bothered so much if weren't for that slap. I should have gave him a right cross. Or as my one friend said a " two piece widda a biscuit ".
