Reminds me of the time as a boy we went to Michigan and was fishing in just such a lake. My mom, who weighed about 65 pounds and was in a wheelchair hooked into a snapper. Fortunately, she was sitting on the bank as the turtle was rather large. Some how she landed it and it ended up as turtle soup at Grammas' house. That was around 50 years ago.
I haven't seen any for awhile, but I might if we went down to the river. I used to see them all the time when I was working on my short term project. The company left most of it's land be wild, so there were all sorts of animals and birds there. Gosh, I miss that place.
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