I used to catch lots of snappers in the 25#-35# range from a lake on the farm across from ours in Ortonville, Michigan. I'd be fishing on a sunny day and could generally see 6-10 heads poking out of the water. Sometimes I'd take my trusty Mossberg .22 with a 6x scope along and do my best C. Hathcock imitation on sniping at their heads sticking out of the water; I got pretty good at that after a time, a red slick being the indicator of success. Between them and the resident pike the nested ducklings on that little lake had little chance of survival. I remember those sunny days as if it were yesterday. I brought a lot of bass and pike home from that lake. When I was able to corner a turtle in shallow water I'd get an oar under it and get it up and into the boat and never did get bitten in the process. I'd put them in the far end of the boat and keep them at bay with an oar as I continued fishing. Carrying them up the steep hill out of the lake and then the 1/2mile across the soybean field to home by the tail was dicey when they were big and required a number of rest stops. They'd have a go at biting me on the leg if I let them get too close as my arm tired. I "stored" them in an empty horse trough and my dad would take them to someone who ate them and I'd get $1, back when a $1 was not at all an insignificant amount for a 12 yr old. If I had them more than a few days I go fishing and bring home small panfish for them. After a day or two of being fed I could tap them on the back and they'd stand up on all fours and put their head out and up high with their mouth wide open so I could drop a fish down their throat, after which they'd retract and swallow then come up for more; they seemed easy to train to that. I tell you, those were the days.... Maybe a good thing I never went into 'business'...! I never personally butchered and ate one but do know that you could cut their head clean off and they would still stand tall on all four feet if you whacked them on the back the next day. Definitely spooky... Maybe global warming will bring snappers to Alaska! I'll be ready with that same Mossberg and my butchering tools if that happens so stand by for upcoming turtle stories from the northland....
I should add that a man who was/is the father of my high school sweetheart and whom I would take fishing on that and other lakes in the area is in the hospital right now, having surgery to remove an infected gall bladder. He's 86 yrs old and of good solid and hard-working Midwestern stock. I got word from his daughter, who I still keep in touch with, and called him at the hospital and we had a good talk about our fishing and water skiing adventures and of his True Value hardware store where I worked for 3 yrs and learned many skills that I use constantly to this day. He still remembers the lure that I caught all the fish with and is like a second father to me. I spent far more time with him back then than with my own father. Marlene said yesterday that when she went to the hospital and asked him if I had called, he just cried. Don't ever underestimate the powerful bond that our dogs, guns, and fishing rods and the times we share with others using them forms. I am already hatching a plot to get Marv back out fishing on that very lake the next time I go to Michigan, before it's too late and I have yet another regret of that type to live with. I've shared an early afternoon Thanksgiving dinner with that family for the past 5+ yrs, which started one year when I just showed up unannounced and was taken in and welcomed like a lost favorite son, or more accurately, like a long lost favorite dog. It is clear to me that there is far more to "family" than just blood and DNA. Every time I regretfully leave that little gathering to get to my family gathering north of there, I have to stop by the road before too long and think about my past with them and and of what I've done right to deserve such a privilege as I've just been granted and to wait for my eyes to clear enough to allow me to drive safely..... and I have to go now because, for some reason, the screen here is getting blurry. I think I'll go clean a gun or wipe down some dusty fishing rods on the wall.... maybe rearrange my tackle box... it needs it...
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