Phill, I enjoyed reading your story so much. It brings back memories of fishing with the cane poles in the creeks, ponds, and rivers. Those turtles would eat your bait and no fish would get a chance to bite when the turtles were around. I remember the muddy roads too. We had them out in the country where we lived.They were mostly red clay which were slick as glass in a rain. It’s another world now and like you I would love to see those old friends that I will never see again.

Wow! You did lead exciting lives. Poor turtles. I don’t think I could have eaten them. A good post.

Christine

This is real good! I couldn’t stop reading! I so love to fish!
The mud and rain and the big catch, cleaning the meat and cooking and sharing the catch….. Joe helping you out..must be some of the greatest memories!! Never to be forgotten! Hurry and write some more! Liz

I never thought about eating turtles! You told this beautifully Phill, wonderful story, I’m glad you managed to get them home – the bit that touched me the most was the reference to you on your crutches; you have come through so much and still have a great attitude. I look forward to the next instalment…. oh and I might write about that ‘bucketing’ type of rain next time …

I have eaten turtle before…pretty tough how I cooked it, but it tasted good!

You’re a great story teller and I’ll not get enough of these dirt road tales.