I have seen a grand total of one (1) rattlesnake in my entire life. I was processing out of the USMC at Camp Pendelton Ca, hoping to be home in time for Thanksgiving supper. I had just picked up my ticket for the ride home and was taking a short cut through some brushy areas between roads. I was traveling at what would have been a "forced march" pace and not really paying any attention to anything, what with thoughts of deer season, cold beer, sleeping late and girls on my mind. I don't know what caught my eye, but I did one of those Coyote and Roadrunner "BOING!" stops, turned and looked back where my foot had been 2 paces ago and sure enough, there was a great big ol' ratttler sitting there in the shade of one of those shrub looking things that pass for brush out there in Cali-for-ni-a. He didn't rattle, he didn't move. He just sat there, wondering I suppose what I was looking at. I looked for a good sized rock or a big stick, but then I figured since he didn't bother me, live and let live. I could juice the story up with some creative lying and truth stretching, but I just don't have the energy.