Spider's Big Catch

Written by Gary E. Anderson


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"OK, we need a new plan," said Spider.

"And a new pair of shoes," I added, looking down at my big toe, which was now plainly visible throughrepparttar hole in my shoe.

"You hold his head down withrepparttar 118167 stick, and I'll reach out and grabrepparttar 118168 lure," Spider said.

It was an insane plan, but it was still a step inrepparttar 118169 right direction, I thought. At least, there wouldn't be any parts of my anatomy at risk this time. I tookrepparttar 118170 stick and pinnedrepparttar 118171 turtle's head torepparttar 118172 ground while Spider got down on his belly and crept slowly towardrepparttar 118173 angry, struggling turtle.

It was then I learned even more lessons about snapping turtles. First, their front feet can be used a lot like a pair of hands, and second, snapping turtles are much stronger than you might think.

The turtle reached up and quickly pushedrepparttar 118174 stick away and quickly raised his head—now leaving him face-to-face with a very surprised Spider McGee.

The big guy screamed, which was probablyrepparttar 118175 best thing to do atrepparttar 118176 time, since it causedrepparttar 118177 startled turtle to reach up with a front foot, poprepparttar 118178 lure from its mouth, and then it whirl around and head back towardrepparttar 118179 river.

While all that was going on,repparttar 118180 lure leapt throughrepparttar 118181 air and finally came to rest—firmly lodged in Spider's left ear. He danced around in pain, but we finally managed to pin him down and cutrepparttar 118182 line fromrepparttar 118183 lure. Then we packed up and loaded him intorepparttar 118184 car.

Allrepparttar 118185 way home, Charlie and I would occasionally look back at poor Spider, sitting like a sad puppy inrepparttar 118186 back seat and wearing what looked like a giant hand-carved, bug-eyed earring. Then we’d look at each other—and laugh.

All that happened more than 30 years ago, and although Spider didn't know it atrepparttar 118187 time, he was a trendsetter. He wasrepparttar 118188 first guy I ever knew to wear an earring, even if he'd had to get his ear pierced by a snapping turtle to do it.

I'm pretty sure they have easier ways of doing that nowadays.

© 2004. Gary E. Anderson. All rights reserved.

Gary Anderson is a freelance writer, editor, ghostwriter, and manuscript analyst, living on a small Iowa farm. He’s published more than 500 articles and four books. He’s also ghosted a dozen books, edited more than 30 full-length manuscripts, produced seven newsletters, and has done more than 800 manuscript reviews for various publishers around the nation. If you need writing or editing help, visit Gary’s website at www.abciowa.com.




Spider's Night on the Boom

Written by Gary E. Anderson


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"Play him!" I yelled, "Move you leg up and down to take uprepparttar slack!"

"Are you crazy? Help me outta here!" Spider shouted.

After a few minutes, Digger and I found that by tilting Spider's huge torso at various angles, we could play Old Granddad fairly well. It was quite a fight, but pretty noisy, what with Spider fillingrepparttar 118166 air with sputtering and cussing. And it got worse when I accidentally stepped on Spider's fingers and he let go ofrepparttar 118167 boom—taking off downstream.

I had to think fast. I took my pole and cast in Spider's direction. As luck would have it, I snaggedrepparttar 118168 big guy's pant leg onrepparttar 118169 first cast. Spider let out a yelp when I yanked back to setrepparttar 118170 hook, butrepparttar 118171 hook stuck.

Spider did a set of ungainly splits inrepparttar 118172 water, with me pulling on one leg and a 40-pound catfish pulling onrepparttar 118173 other. I was impressed withrepparttar 118174 big guy's agility, but it didn't seem likerepparttar 118175 right time to bring it up atrepparttar 118176 moment.

After about 30 minutes, we heard a giant pop, and Spider's legs suddenly sprang back into something resembling a normal position. But Digger and I both gasped, because Old Granddad had gotten away! Although we were totally disappointed, Spider didn't even seem to notice.

We finally managed to reel Spider back ontorepparttar 118177 boom—no mean feat, considering I was only using 10-pound test. His pant leg was shredded, and it seems that he'd lost a boot when Old Granddad made his escape. But our friend was safe, butrepparttar 118178 funny was, Spider never even bothered to thank me for saving his life.

Oh, well, some guys are like that, I guess—ungrateful.

© 2004. Gary E. Anderson. All rights reserved.

Gary Anderson is a freelance writer, editor, ghostwriter, and manuscript analyst, living on a small Iowa farm. He’s published more than 500 articles and four books. He’s also ghosted a dozen books, edited more than 30 full-length manuscripts, produced seven newsletters, and has done more than 800 manuscript reviews for various publishers around the nation. If you need writing or editing help, visit Gary’s website at www.abciowa.com.




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