Garry Tucker, USFWS, "Alligator Snapping Turtle," 2004
By the time I arrived, it was trundling down steep banks through dewberry and rain lily towards the river, leaving a belly-flattened, matted tangle behind a carapace knobbled by osteoderms tic-tac-toeing three rows, its bony ridges dragging algae and nettles. We hung back, not wanting to see whether the monster could pick up speed to snap all our fingers right off, half-hoping we could touch it before it sunk into the bottom mud. In its wake, a cardinal, as bright an incendiary red as the snapper was dulled camo gray-green.
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