This is a true story. I live on the Brandywine near West Chester. I fly rod it alot, I can be in the water in a 5 minute walk from my back door. Lived here for 26 years now. Once, while wading down the river ,near a bend, I hear this low gutterel huhhh, huhhh, huhhh, huhhh. it was loud. I thought it was a deer. I walked, quietly, around the bend to see what it was. There in the shallows were two big snappers goin at it big time. He's up on top moanin and groanin, mouth wide open. He was as big as a trash can lid. I didn't see his girlfriend, but that guy was the biggest I've ever seen back there. He saw me an took off for deeper water. I tell ya, I was reluctant to wade that hole.
Another interesting but unrelated story about the creek. I was wading down the creek one morning right at dawn. I'm a stealthy angler when back there. So, I'm quietly wading down the creek, making a cast now and then. The water had about a foot of that early morning fog on top of it. It was kinda erie and dead quiet. To my right I heard a sudden crashing thru the foggy light. I looked up the hill to see a huge buck running full blast down toward the water. He was running like there was no tomorrow, crashing thru every stick he could find. He made it to the bank at full bore. With one leap he landed in the creek, not 15 feet from me, now get this, STONE DEAD. I have no idea what killed that deer, but there he lay, steam riseing up off his now still body. It was so unusual and unexpected, I just had to laugh. I mean, what are the chances and no one there other than me to see this happen. Maybe he had been hit by a car, shot, I have no idea. But he was dead.
Now, back to the turtles. Has any of you guys caught cleaned and ate a big snapper?