The pictures were interesting, never seen or heard of anything like that, and I have encountered more than a couple of what we usually called coon tails. As a kid, I got close enough to be rattled by a rattler I did not see, and that broke my habit of jumping onto the piles of cross ties and 6X6s my grand dad collected...or walking where I had not yet looked. Not to mention the time I backed into a whole screened cage of them on a friend's porch in the dead of night. If you have not heard 20 or more rattlers go off within inches of the back of your leg in the dead of night, you have not lived. I have never had my blood run cold like that. I think I got rattlesnake PTSD from that. Years before that, I lived where we kept a "snake hoe" by the door on the porch, and my grandmother once used a shotgun on a rattler on the porch after poking a hole in a window screen to stick the barrel through. I try to do snakes the courtesy and stay out of their zip code, but if they are in mine, I will go into illiterate redneck with a hoe mode. If I happened upon the subjects of these photos in MY stomping grounds, I would opt for more than the snake hoe. Due to my early experiences, Indiana Jones and I have something in common, and it ain't dashing good looks or a bullwhip.
As for the pix, you learn something every day.
As for the pix, you learn something every day.