Alligator Snapping Turtle Restoration

Will pass the word, my friend

How much would he charge for a "high fence" hunt?



Ha ha I think that is a great idea! (Not the hunt, the captive rearing). Is this a gubment program or is this a private deal?

If I knew where any were I would bring them to him.

I imagine that could be a feat to try and remove the hook. Was it an alligator snapper or common? The common ones are more apt to "attack" a bait; whereas, the alligator snappers lie in wait. They have that worm-like action built in.

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Common. He was a mad sonofabitch when I got him in the boat.

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I've said it before, but a 10lb common snapping turtle could kill a 50lb pit bull in the right confined space. Those frickers are evil sometimes.

I posted once in a thread, and EJW had it as his sig quote at one point, that a full grown common snapping turtle can jump and bite a grown man in the penis if they are standing next to each other. This is still true. One night years ago I thought it was a good idea to run some jugs for turtles in a gravel pit, from a pirogue, drunk, and with just a dog for help. GoPro footage of that night would have been entertaining. Imagine 2 big mean softshell turtles, a common snapper (caught on a limb-line), and a blue heeler in a 12' pirogue in the dark.

OK that would be hilarious to watch! Did you ever see that Jackass movie where the guy lets a common snapper bite him on the arse? He was howling like a demon and that thing was not letting go. When they finally got it off it looked like his arse had been caught in some big arse pliers.

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I've said it before, but a 10lb common snapping turtle could kill a 50lb pit bull in the right confined space. Those frickers are evil sometimes.

I posted once in a thread, and EJW had it as his sig quote at one point, that a full grown common snapping turtle can jump and bite a grown man in the penis if they are standing next to each other. This is still true. One night years ago I thought it was a good idea to run some jugs for turtles in a gravel pit, from a pirogue, drunk, and with just a dog for help. GoPro footage of that night would have been entertaining. Imagine 2 big mean softshell turtles, a common snapper (caught on a limb-line), and a blue heeler in a 12' pirogue in the dark.

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I'd have had to be REALLY drunk to put that lot of critters in my pirogue. They are amazingly bad varmints.

When I was a kid, my friend's dad worked at this machine shop/drafting company in Destrehan, and it had this really crappy pond right by it. Any of y'all from the area may know this pond. It has a bunch of crap dumped in it, it's pretty much square in shape, some railroad tracks ran by it, and there's nothing in it but trash fish/gar, turtles, snakes, etc.

Anyway, we'd go to work with my buddy's dad sometimes to fish (and look at Playboys and Penthouses in the crew trailer next door to his dad's shop office). We were like maybe 10/11 years old.

So, we're fishing in that pond one day, and an elderly black gentlemen was fishing there too. He had no pole, rod and real, or anything like that. Just trot line string, big hooks, with the biggest salt water corks I'd ever seen, baited with either some chicken parts or cut bait or something. He'd throw his line out, and tie it off to a stick he'd poked into the ground. Much like Curtis Lowe, he'd then proceed to drink wine. That was his job. Wine drinker, and fisherman.

Every time his cork moved, we were like "get him man". He'd just say "aaaaaahhh, boys, dats lil ones".

Finally, his cork disappeared for about 30 seconds. And thus began an epic struggle. An old black guy vs. what to date is the largest alligator snapping "tunnel" (as he referred to the beast) that I've ever seen. It lasted 30 minutes, and ultimately, the trashy pond delivered the nasty beast, and the beast was none too happy. I didn't realize that removing the beast from the pond was only the beginning of the battle.

Eventually, the snuff snorting, wine drinking black man (I think it was snuff) won the day. He was able to get a stick, or screwdriver, or something positioned inside the beast's shell, such that the beast's neck was exposed. And it was a surprisingly LONG neck. We were as amazed by this battle as we were by the beautiful blond bush of Miss November, 1976. In those days, snapping turtles were as big as Volkswagons, and women's vaginal areas were surrounded by hair. We considered blond hair the rarest and most desirable.

He celebrated his victory by decapitating the "tunnel" with a cane knife. Throwing his headless trophy over his shoulder, and carrying it by its tail, he limped down the tracks, with his combo iceless ice chest/tackle box - a 5 gallon paint bucket in tow.

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I'd have had to be REALLY drunk to put that lot of critters in my pirogue. They are amazingly bad varmints.

When I was a kid, my friend's dad worked at this machine shop/drafting company in Destrehan, and it had this really crappy pond right by it. Any of y'all from the area may know this pond. It has a bunch of crap dumped in it, it's pretty much square in shape, some railroad tracks ran by it, and there's nothing in it but trash fish/gar, turtles, snakes, etc.

Anyway, we'd go to work with my buddy's dad sometimes to fish (and look at Playboys and Penthouses in the crew trailer next door to his dad's shop office). We were like maybe 10/11 years old.

So, we're fishing in that pond one day, and an elderly black gentlemen was fishing there too. He had no pole, rod and real, or anything like that. Just trot line string, big hooks, with the biggest salt water corks I'd ever seen, baited with either some chicken parts or cut bait or something. He'd throw his line out, and tie it off to a stick he'd poked into the ground. Much like Curtis Lowe, he'd then proceed to drink wine. That was his job. Wine drinker, and fisherman.

Every time his cork moved, we were like "get him man". He'd just say "aaaaaahhh, boys, dats lil ones".

Finally, his cork disappeared for about 30 seconds. And thus began an epic struggle. An old black guy vs. what to date is the largest alligator snapping "tunnel" (as he referred to the beast) that I've ever seen. It lasted 30 minutes, and ultimately, the trashy pond delivered the nasty beast, and the beast was none too happy. I didn't realize that removing the beast from the pond was only the beginning of the battle.

Eventually, the snuff snorting, wine drinking black man (I think it was snuff) won the day. He was able to get a stick, or screwdriver, or something positioned inside the beast's shell, such that the beast's neck was exposed. And it was a surprisingly LONG neck. We were as amazed by this battle as we were by the beautiful blond bush of Miss November, 1976. In those days, snapping turtles were as big as Volkswagons, and women's vaginal areas were surrounded by hair. We considered blond hair the rarest and most desirable.

He celebrated his victory by decapitating the "tunnel" with a cane knife. Throwing his headless trophy over his shoulder, and carrying it by its tail, he limped down the tracks, with his combo iceless ice chest/tackle box - a 5 gallon paint bucket in tow.

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We were as amazed by this battle as we were by the beautiful blond bush of Miss November, 1976. In those days, snapping turtles were as big as Volkswagons, and women's vaginal areas were surrounded by hair. We considered blond hair the rarest and most desirable.

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Nice.

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before I get too too drunk I'm going to write a country song to tell this story.

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Please, please, please share the song when it's complete.