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Near Richmond, IN | When I was a kid there was a guy that would come to our pond, which was only about 3-4' deep over most of it, and would walk it with a stick and when he found one would reach down and pull them out. He said you could tell the front from the back with the stick---don't know how though. Mom fried some once for us, they said it tasted like chicken but I really don't remember.
As far as the hill billys go, I kid my wife about being a hill billy since she was born in Kentucky, but I also told her that most the of people around here that moved up from Kentucky and Tennessee were pretty good people, would help you out a lot quicker than most to the others we know up here. Guess we'd call them "good ole boys" | |
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"Turtle Man", catching snapping turtles by hand
