I live in Alaska, we don't have snakes, don't have to worry about them when up here.
I grew up in Tennessee, and saw my Grandpa killing snakes almost daily. Copper Heads, and Spreading Adders. Rattle Snakes were few and far between where we lived. Then I went to Nevada, and met Sidewinders. Played with them all the time. When I got to Arizonia, one of the first things I saw at the base stables was this little woman with a broom sweeping a snake into her tack room. I asked why was she doing that. She informed me that the snake was a King Snake, and that they ate rattlers and mice. OK. Saw bunches of Rattlers out in the desert, left them alone, for the most part. Then I went to New Mexico. Right off the bat the wife ate Rattle Snake at friends house. From that point on she wanted every Rattle Snake I saw brought home for her to cook. She would dress them out and freeze the meat till she had enough to make a dish with. Some she fried, others went into chili. She fixed them all kinds of ways. Working out in the desert all the time I had daily meetings with Rattlers. Some times several times a day, depending on the area. Sometimes when caught out away from camp at night, I'd walk to give my horse a rest, or he'd be limping. I would hear a Rattles making noise so I would try and give it a wide path. Every once in a whyile while trying to avoid one I'd get too close to another. Thump, it would strike and hit my high top snake proof boots. The horse would balk for a moment or two, then we'd go on after the snake moved on. The horse seemed to know where it went. Plus he knew I was the one out front.
I was more worried about running into Javalina than snakes. A bunch of them little guys can kill you, right now.