First 20-pounder of the year...
Unfortunately, it was of the backpack-sized snapping turtle variety... and he had a really poor sense of humor about the whole misunderstanding. Hey, Mr. Turtle, if your dry-land cousin, the tortoise, could figure out how to beat a hare in a foot race, you'd think you could figure out that repeatedly trying to take a few of my fingers off really wouldn't help your chances of me getting that hook out for you. Humorless bastard. Check out the lily pad in the background. Gives you a sense of scale for how big this dude was...
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