The day I out-drew a snapping turtle.
One pleasant Sunday afternoon, many years ago in my youth, two cousins and I were shooting snapping turtles in Grandpop’s pond. He hated snapping turtles. We only saw small ones that surfaced to breath, presenting their head as a thumb-sized target. The cousins were using 22 rifles and I had my Super Blackhawk in a Bianchi gunfighter belt and holster rig, using Remington 44 Special lead round-nose loads. We were doing ok on the turtles, but I used up all my ammo, except for a beltful of ‘healthy’ Remington 240 gr. JSP Magnums, so I quit. As we were walking away from the pond, a large turtle flushed from the bank into the creek. Its shell was about a foot long. The cousins emptied their rifles into it and it started drifting down the creek. As I now had the only loaded gun, I was tasked to go pull it out of the water. It seemed to be dead, but when I grabbed its tail and pulled, it turned out to be far from dead, and tried to bite my fingers right off. I jumped back, drew and fired. As I tell it, I may have been in the air when the Magnum bullet struck that turtle just behind the eyes. I momentarily saw the bottom of that creek. The cousins were soaked and muddy, and that big Oklahoma snapper was now undoubtedly dead, with most of its head gone. That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it!