Whatever you do, don’t try to pick one up. (I sorta think people who trifle with rattlesnakes get what they deserve … snake’s just slithering about his business and gives you a polite rattle that says “stay away or I’ll be obliged to invoke my common-law right of self-defense.” Leave him alone and he gets back to his chores of killing rats and devouring them, which, to my mind, is one of the nobler things one could do with rats, minus the devouring part).
I’ve had a few rattlesnake experiences. The best ones are when you glance down at where you are planning to step and notice a certain triangular pattern that is just too perfect. It is amazing how well the body can move in these cases.
The worst one was coming across a group of adults stoning a snake on the side of the road. It made me wish I had a gun in the car.
I will admit to doing stupid things with rattlers, like chasing after them with a radio, hoping that they will buzz and freak your co-workers across the canyon. Long hours in Utah will do that too you.