When I lived in the southwest there were Jackrabbits all over the place. In the summertime we would make what we called Rabbit runs 2-3 times a week after work. Just ride the dirt roads and shoot those jacks with lite varmit rifles.
On one of these runs I killed the bigest rattler of my life. It was a western dismondback or as the locals called them a coon-tail because the last few inches before the rattle of their tails were black and white banded.
That snake when placed on the tailgate of a full size ford pick-up hung off both ends. And that was minus the head. He was awful close to 7 foot live.
Any way we skinned him and I threw the carcus over in the bar-ditch, and was cleaning up the skin a little, when I noticed that things bloody stump where the head had been was pointed right at me. I mean raised up a foot and pointed at me. As I moved he appeared to track my movements with that bloody stump.
One of the strangest things I've seen. Regards,
