Originally posted by 7.62foryou:
My buddy and I caught a 50lb snapper years ago.
Also a few years ago there was a wreck up the road and around a few bends. Traffic backed up past my house, maybe a mile. So being bored that afternoon (I think it was a Sunday), I took a walk. The pickup truck was catty-wompass, but off the road and not causing a traffic problem. The rescue crews were working on the trapped occupants of the two cars.
As I walked behind the PU, I heard a noise from inside the bed. This is KY, and the contents of other hillbillies truck beds is of great interest. He had at least a weeks drinking supply of empty beer cans, some assorted crap, and a big ole piece of water pipe, the black iron kind. He also had a nasty looking snapper in there. It was rummaging around the beer cans, making a fair amount of noise. Oh, he wasn't happy, either.
The owner of the truck had a knot on his head. Not hospital serious, but he had a good-un. His brother drove up and they put him in the car for the ride home. Then the hurt guy started raising hell, he didn't want to leave his turkle (that spelling from the sigforum). So they called another hillbilly (I use the term with respect, and I'm allowed to.) It was much better than anything on TV, so I kept watching. Soon the hillbilly of the 3rd part arrived with a similarly ratty pickup. These were big ole boys, the kind you'd want on your side in a fight.
They went over to the wrecked PU, one grabbed the piece of pipe and began tormenting the snapper. It was probably 2' across at the widest. Soon it was fightin' mad. Then he moved the pipe near its head and it latched on to the pipe. Kind of a death grip if you understand the term. Then the brother grabbed the other end of the pipe and the two hoisted it out of the one truck and into the other. Iron pipe bends a bit. This one was really bent with the weight of the turkle on it. I have no idea, but between 50# and 75# is a good estimate.
Of course everyone gave them plenty of clearance. I wanted to see if it'd made a mark on the pipe, but the critter wasn't letting go. It'd be the same situation if it had your hand or foot. Kiss it goodbye. Wasn't there a song about swimming across Turtle Creek? My ding-a-ling?