| Oh... one more turtle story to relate... This happened to Tim. We went overnight camping at our friend Len's woods and after setting up the tent and dining on peanut butter and pickle sandwiches, Len loved these and made a bunch up for all of us. We ate them because that was about all we had to eat. (now I know how a pregnant lady feels). After dining on these, we went down to Len's creek to see what interesting things we could find. Well, you guessed it, we found another snapping turtle! This one was full-grown. After grabbing it by the tail and throwing it out on dry land, we immediately started to tease it with sticks (Tim and I were, of course, masters at teasing ANY species of living creatures). We finally lost interest and went back to the tent to pursue other things. Just as we got back to the tent, Tim decided he was going back to get the snapper and maybe give it away to someone for turtle soup. Len and I stayed in the tent, figuring it was no big deal. Tim would simply grasp his tail and carry him to the OUTSIDE of the tent. A few minutes later we heard a panicked yell, "HE'S GOT MEEEEEEEE". Len and I jumped up and Len instinctively grabbed his .22 rifle and we ran to Tim's aid. The turtle had latched on the skin of Tim's left knee. Len put several rounds into it and it let go after a while. Tim still has a "V" scar over his knee. With the addition of my "encounter" with a snapper, we both gave a new meaning to the term, "V" TWINS ! ! ! |
