My great aunt and uncle lived in Central Washington out Okanogan/Omak way, and there was always a surplus of diamond backs.

I don't have any specific stories about them other than whenever one would slither down the cement steps to the summer living area Viola would either blast them with her pistol or whack them with whatever she had around. For a momento she would keep the rattler on back and I kid you NOT she had a box that was 4"x4"x3" FULL of tails.

Me being a city boy the mere thought of a rattler scared the crap outta me. Never saw one (alive) but had my share of experiences with the local racers flying out of the lawn mower in red strips and chunks.