Well, I'm not an anti snake person or anything like that. As a rule I don't kill non poisonous snakes.
We have a snake here, some folks call it a "milk snake" or a "house snake", they are very similar in color as a copperhead. Unless you get a good look at them they are very hard to tell apart.
You guys remember when I was working on the "old shack" or the King's house. (Up at camera #4.) Anyway, back when the man from the gas company came up to set my propane tank and run the lines and all. The man was there tinkering around drilling a hole through the block wall, and I just told him to keep his eyes peeled for snakes. He asked me why, you see, we'd killed a copperhead and a rattlesnake in the front yard that summer. That was it for him, he was done, finished for the day.
Wardney was with me, the man left a spool of copper pipe, told us how deep he wanted it buried and took off. Said give me a call when it's ready, and he was gone!
Above where you said get a dog. I'll tell you this real quick. I've posted pictures of my beagle, Tina. The little girl was almost 17, when she kicked the bucket on us. She was a good dog!
I was up on the back side of the mountain one day, I had Tina with me, I took her everywhere. I was driving around the side of the mountain, Tina was over on the passenger side. It was warm out, had the windows down, and there was a bear walking toward us, 50 or 75 yards out. The dog climbed across me, jumped out the window and the chase was on!
Oh, it was funny! A fifty some pound beagle running wide open towards a 150 pound bear. And the bear was still walking toward us! I never did time her through the "50 yard dash", but she was pouring it on! Tina would have been 5 or 6 years old at the time, she was in her prime. Good shape and solid as a rock. The bear jumped up on the high side of the road and took off, the last glimpse I had of the bear and dog, Tina was gaining ground on it.
I drove on up on top, talked to the guy up near the TV towers, he said he'd heard the dog coming, the bear ran across the road with a beagle on it's butt. It was getting hot, and Tina came back to me with her tongue hanging out about that far. Give or take, the chase only lasted 30 minutes or so?
Tina was one special little dog!