Growing up in Tennessee, we killed every Copperhead we saw. Had a type of Copperhead we called a Spreading Adder, it would rear up and spread it's neck like a Cobra, only smaller. They looked plenty big to me at the time, I was a kid then. Was plowing one morning (I was 14) when the Mule got spooked. I was trying to settle her down and felt something pulling at the cuff of my overalls. Got the mule settled down and looked down to see a Copperhead, with it's mouth hung-up on the cuff. Don't know to this day how I got out of those overalls, but they were left there in the tall grass at the edge of the field.
While in Nevada I sure killed a lot of Sidewinders. Got into a lot of trouble when I cut the head off one and slung it into a tent full of Senior NCOs. One SMSGT got hit on the neck, got excited and passed out. MedoVaced him in to the hospital, they thought he had a Heart Attack. Commander chewed me up one side and down the other. We were on a field training exercise, I was an aggressor, I was to create a disturbance so the camp could be attacked. I created one heck of a disturbance.
While in Arizona and New Mexico, hunted Rattlers on purpose. Wife liked to cook them up. Out on the White Sands, I'd usually kill two or three a day. I kept snake shot in the first chamber of my Ruger .44.
While in Turkey, would catch an ASP, then walk out onto the soccer field with it. The Oscares (Turkish Soldiers) would clear out fast. I had to quite, they threatened to shoot me.