Many years ago, I was the Ecology Conservation director at Scout Camp. This was in NE PA. One of my responsibilities was to relocate the rattlesnakes that would take up residence in the campsites. They loved to live under the tent platforms because that is where the mice were and the mice were there because of all the food the kids hand in their tents!
Anyway, we had a huge timber rattler that I had moved 3 times in less than 2 weeks. Finally the camp director told me to dispatch it. So I went to the rifle range and got a .22 rifle, chased all the scouts out of the site and dispatched it. It was late in the afternoon and dinner was soon. So I took the rattler down the lodge and saved him for after dinner.
After Dinner we went to skin the snake. it had been dead for several hours, but it still took 2 guys to hold it while I skinned it. Every one in a while I would hit a nerve and this thing would whip like it was alive. That snake stretched out was over 5 1/2 ft long, and the flattened skin was more than 11.5 inches wide. I pinned it down inside out and salted the heck out of it. I did take the head off camp property, found the biggest rock I could turn over, and buried it under the rock and placed the rock over the hole. Did not want some scout finding the head and pricking a finger with it!
Wish I had kept that skin and 11 segmented rattle though.
I did chunk up the meat and we eat it, it was good, but then again anything fried up in bacon grease is good right!
Dave