Hahh! @
silvereyes I was fishing on the Silver river ($#@! you not) I saw a moccasin coiled up near the bank, it started slowly going to the river, I grabbed it by the tail and kept yanking it backwards until I got a stick to pin it, I grabbed it behind the head, I did not realize how flexible the skull was, if my thumbnail was shorter, my thumb would be shorter.
Even at my young age, I had the sense to keep it in an outbuilding in a secure tank. My canuk stepdad "what kinda snake is that, eh?" me, "a banded water snake"
One day he goes in my room and finds a field guide, "that's a damn water moccasin"!
I had to hold the snake noose/stick while his shaky hands, wielded the axe!