Well, when I was little we used to live in Colorado, 16 miles out of town of Pueblo.
We used to find TONS of snakes.
Garter snakes, bull snakes, rattle snakes.
We caught a bull snake and measured it (my mother FREAKED out), and it ended up being 10 feet long. The whole thing was as long as our barn was long. It was really weird.
The garter snakes that we caught, we caught so many that we kept a broken fish aquarium when we went snake hunting, and I swear we caught about 15 in one day wandering around the onion/tree field that was west of our house.
We also caught and killed (because we were kids, had dogs, and my dad instructed us to), two eastern diamond back rattle snakes.
It was rather exciting to catch them as we would keep them alive as long as possible (and honestly my brothers and i didnt want to kill them, but my dad insisted because he was afraid they lived close to the house and didnt want us bit if we were wandering around)... but we kept them alive as long as possible by exploring them as we were holding them.
That rattle noise is something i will never forget.
When we moved to eastern kansas, we caught several garter snakes once again and were introduced to cotton mouths, copper heads, and water moccasins.
I believe it was a moccasin that we ended up coming upon, and I believe it was a she since she was sitting on something.
We didnt really pay much attention, but we ran off and the snake came after us as we were running away.
Luckily we got up to the school (we were in the forested area behind it), and went up on the pavement and got away a little quicker by jumping a few wooden fences.
Ill never forget it though, having a snake chase you for 1/4th of a mile is one heck of a race.
We moved to Missouri when i was 16, and when we would go fishing we would run into several water moccasins and cotton mouths.
I actually caught a cotton mouth once and kept her for a whole year. She was never de-fanged or altered, so she was still poisonous.
My mom hated me keeping her but I told her I never picked her up (which was a lie >_>), and she was okay with it then.
I would hold her carefully every day and I believe that I tamed her a little as she never struck at me and always took what food I gave her right away.
I named her Gorgita and really did love that snake, but when we moved I couldnt take her with me and let her go in the wild, since I started to do some research about keeping snakes and realized that I had to be over 18 and have a license to keep her.
Those are my tales... I recently ran into a copper head when I went fishing with my brother and it decided that the cooler we had with us was good and tasty, as it tried to bite it.
We ushered it off the road with a rather large stick, and honestly I was too freaked out to get a picture with my cell phone as we were thinking about getting fish and the snake came out of nowhere.