I visited my buddy steve in golden, he helps Coors with their boxes.
Let my self in his front door to find him fighting with a rattler. It was a very scary situation.
Steve had one hand on the rattler, who was trying to launch off the table, holding a really smelly piece of bundled cloth in his other hand while trying to sprinkle some sort of powder out of a can, precariously held under his chin. Amazingly he was able to keep the rattler on the table, got the smelly cloth in the trash, wrapped the rattler in new cloth and actually stopped the spitting/hissing monster from inflicting further destruction by picking it up.
I am totally scared of rattlers now.
Its called a Lurk. Its what the old Norwegians used before we cut em up into two pieces