I just finished reading "Maneaters and Mambas" by a Britsih fellow turned Kenyan game keeper named Ionides. He built quite reputation as a snake collector for museums and zoos.
I guess there is enough money to be made at it that you can make a living if you happen to live in or be willing to travel to snake country. The downside is that you actually have to seek out, get close to, and handle snakes.
Not so bad until you realize that so many of them are venomous!
i snake hunt every chance i get. seems like every year, my army of cowboy hats need a new hatband. and what better than a rattle snake?
it's not to frightening if you wear the right clothing and take a good stick or snake device with you. it's when you're carrying a gunny sack and picking them up with your hands is when it gets kind of sketchy.
i remember when i'd watch steve irwin do that kind of stuff. i admire his skill and courage. quite unfortunate about his death though. very sad.
i'm sure you could find some herpetology supply place and get some good gear for it. i get a little adrenaline rush after every snake. i guess that's why i do it.
my biggest snake was over 7 feet long. i still have the skin! that was quite a little ordeal because i came across the snake while riding my horse.
Not sure about other states but here in Colorado we actually have a season on rattlers. Did it a few times and it was pretty cool. One of the guys wanted a hat band, I took the rattle and we had a meal of snake. Pretty good eats but not like chicken.
Here in Florida its always open season on rattlers! Water moccasins also. Usually have to kill 3-4 a year in the yard. Everynow and then they will get in the pool and I have to fish them out. Still havent had a gator in our pool. Now that would be cool. See them all the time on the lake and river.
What made that video extra special is right now my oldest grandson is reading "Watership Down" on my suggestion. I just called in most of my grandkids to watch that... 5 of them, and the oldest kept calling out "Go BigWig"... ya gotta know Watership Down to understand that.
The first deer I shot, way back in 1958, was taken to the local meat shop and processed into steaks, roasts and some burger. Back then in that little Idaho town, when you took a deer into the butcher, you got the same deer back. Unfortunately, times have changed. The last time I took an animal to a butcher, in the mid 60's, I don't have a clue who's meat I got back, but I sure don't think it was mine. I ended up throwing the burger as it stunk the house up every time we...