Oh Yes!

We used to go to a radio repeater site in Washington called Chandler butte, out near Prosser. A couple hundred yards or so from the shack was a broke down ditch full of boulders. In one spot the boulders had bridged, leaving a pit-like area underneath. We reckon all the Pacific rattlers in the area must migrate there in the winter to hibernate, and again to mate. Anyways, Pacific rattlers are pretty mild mannered compared to other types of pit vipers, so they were relativerly easy to harvest into a burlap sack. We brought the sackfull back to the main shop and told the others. When they didn't believe us, we brought the sack in and sat it in the middle of the main room. My buddy nudged the bag with his foot, and when it started squirming around, the girls started squealing and ran off. We took the bag to a local vet who would milk the venom for medical purposes etc.

I wouldn't mess around with other rattlers, and we were darned careful handling the ones we caught. Luckily I was with a guy who'd been doing it most of his life.

I prefer snakes to spiders. I've never had a snake go across my face in the middle of the night, or climb over my hand while I am climbing an antenna tower, or hitch a ride in my dog's mouth with it's little legs sticking out the sides flailing around.