When I was a young boy, I used to spend almost all of my time during the summer with my dog, Jiggs. Jiggs was a Rat Terrier with one gimp leg that he acquired while doing battle with a pickup truck in the middle of a busy street. That incident didn't deter his ambition to tangle with most anything I pointed him at, and consequently, he and I used to while away much of the summer "hunting snakes". When we hunted them "for keeps," I would put Jiggs on a long chain and walk him through a likely area. Whenever he saw a snake, he would grab it, and shake it until it didn't resist anymore. Jiggs was almost never wrong about how many shakes it took to dispatch a snake, and sometimes we left quite a trail.
Jungst, Steven E.
"A Funny Peculiar Opportunity,"
Ames Forester: Vol. 70
, Article 6.
Available at: https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/amesforester/vol70/iss1/6