Back in early September, we had a gnarly old snapper come up out of the deep like some monster out of a horror movie and almost take a fillet out of the hand of guy washing it off in the water.

Talk about someone who jumped back from the water's edge.

(We told 'him he shrieked like a 2nd-grade girl.)

The turtle hung around for hours, poking out his head to stare at us and sniff around. He (?) was not afraid of ANYTHING.

We tossed it a few fish scraps (I know we shouldn't) but he ate 'em up and then looked at us for more.

Another turtle came in at one point, and they sort of stared at each other in a sort of stand-off for a while, and then they lunged at each other like bulls. The first turtle promptly flipped the other one on its back, and that was it: the second turtle took off.

It was fascinating.

-- kypaddler