BB, I had an almost identical incident back in about 1992. I was up in a ladder stand looking over a bean field. I kept hearing this crunchy leaves sound, like something was slipping up on the field edge. I looked and looked and just couldn't see it. Finally, my ears got to localize it better and I looked down closer to the stand. A NICE canebrake, maybe 4 feet long, was slipping through the leave litter along the edge of the field. I thought, "cool", and waited for him to pass.
Sumbitch stopped RIGHT at the base of the ladder. And coiled up. All I could think was (A) "Damn, he's RIGHT where I step down" and (B) "the deer are gonna start moving soon".
I thought about it and decided he had to go. I climbed down slowly... got about three rungs from the bottom and he started to sing. I jumped out and away from the ladder and found a chunk of 2x4 from a previous stand. I took a well-aimed swing at his haid and he rolled over, stunned. That's when I stepped on his head, reached down with my folding Gerber, and took his head off at the edge of my boot sole.
Climbed back up and sho' nuff, the does walked out about 60 yards away no more than 10 minutes later.
The funny thing about this was when I took the carcass back to the "barn" where a friend (scared of snakes) got brave enough to want to cut the rattles off. He got his knife and started to cut... (I knew this would happen and watched in anticipation)... as soon as he got started, the stump end where the head used to be whipped around and NAILED him on the forearm.
I thought he was gonna faint. I laughed so hard I almost did too.
That was the last snake I ever killed.
BB, that bit about letting him pop you on the bottom of the boot is, well, braver than I am...
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