Well when I was 16 I was staying with some friends of my parents(Illinois) essentially they were my guardians for several months and I lived at their house atop a hill in Escondido, California. They had a small orange grove out back that went down hill to the horse coral. Beyond was a whole bunch of very cool places to ride or hike, lots of cliffs and rock formations. I was hiking one day and I was surprised by a rattlesnake, I had never seen one before, I jumped back in time but it was close. I killed the rattler with rocks eventually smashing it's head. I carried it back to the house. One of the Marines staying at the house while recovering from a shrapnel wound to his shoulder while in Vietnam, helped me out with the rattler. Skinning it and then putting it on wire to stretch and keep in place while it,dried out, then a hatband was made. He then cooked the snake and we all had some for dinner. Well it does taste just like chicken...well pretty damn close, and I'd rather eat that than that f***ing escargot sh**! While staying in Escondido, I shot my first rifle(22), learned to surf(At Carlsbad) and ride horses(Just a blanket on horse and a halter bit), those were some great days. Two years later I was in the USMC and in Vietnam.