Couple years ago on Fort Hood, TX one of the deer hunting guides got struck several times. After the morning hunt he walked back to his truck to go pick up his hunters. Turns out a rattler thought his nice warm engine block was a good place to warm up. The snake struck him in the leg as he was getting back into his truck.
I was posted at Ft.Hood from 1980/81 as a tank turret mechanic (45 Kilo). At the North end of the base was a tank sight in range with a limestone mountain behind the range that the mountains top was quarried for limestone at one time with a pit about 300’ in length and about 60’ or so wide that was always filled with young Texas diamond backs. A bunch of us GI’s would go up to pit and catch these snakes and pile them up in old wall lockers that were dumped up there, then after about 15-20 snakes and 3 or 4 hours of this, we would turn the lockers over and release the snakes so we could come back a couple of days latter and do to it all over again. The fact that not one of use ever got bitten was just pure dumb luck, and we did this every time we went to that gunnery range which we supported three tank battalions who went there two times a year. Do the math. Ahh yes, youthful stupidity along with boredom.
	








			
	
			
			