Two incidents.
First, while fishing for striped bass in the CA Aquaduct near Kettleman City with the wife and kids. Kids got bored and went back to the truck which was parked about 25 yards from where wife and me are fishing. Shortly, we notice that things have gotten quiet up by the truck. Then we hear the girl(8 yrs old) say to the boy (6 yrs old) "LETS MAKE IT HISS".
I shot the snake with my trusty Ruger and showed the kids the fangs.
To my knowledge, they never played with a Western Diamondback ever again.
Another time, I was fishing the California Sierras with a buddy that just couldn't stand snakes. This trip was over a three day weekend and we had already had run-ins with several rather large Rattlers. We were driving up a steep mountain road and I was driving a "racing line", taking the curves on the inside, when we came face to face with a Sherifs Deputy coming the opposite direction. He spun a u-turn and came after us to find out if I was drunk or something. The Deputy caught up to us and pulled me over on the shoulder to check things out. Well, I hadn't had a thing to drink so he had to let us go with just a warning. Little did I know that while pulling over, a small, sharp rock became wedged into the tread of one of my tires. About 3 miles down the road, this rock manged to put a small hole in my tire and air began to "HISS" loudly from the tire. My buddy Mike nearly jumped out of the truck at 50 MPH.
This was realy one of the funniest damn things I have ever seen.