When my Dad was a kid, he and his brothers went hogging in the ditches of so. Missouri. He used to tell us stories of the cats they got, most 10 to 25 pounders by reaching into holes along the bank with hay hooks, one uncle almost drowned cause he got grabbed onto by a big cat when using bare hands.. I also used to go turtleing with dad and one of his roughneck friends, Dad was a driller, and they used shovel handles to poke along the sandy bottom. When the sound went from a that of a shovel hitting sand to that of hitting a solid snapping turtle back, the fun was on.. Making sure to stay away from those jaws and only grab by the tail to get it in the bag..They let me drag the gunny sack till it was too full for me to drag.. They were sure tough to clean but We had many good fried turtle meals back in the 1950's along the Wabash river in so. Ill..