A dear friend was on her way over to help out around the house. She happens to have a fair bit of experience with rattlers. I was thankful she would be able to handle the situation upon arriving. She inspected and pointed out why it was not a rattler and how they would be better able to tell what kind it is next time.
Mr. M took the thing in the house, skinned it, preserved it, and then cooked it up to eat! Nothing went to waste. He even talked "J" into sampling it with him.