The first summer tht we lived in Savannah, I was 11 years old and the new kid in town. I didn't have any friends, yet, so I spent a pretty solitary summer riding my bike and knocking around.
One day, I was riding down Pinhook Road, heading out of town, and I crossed the Horse Creek bridge. As I approached the bridge, I could see a large object of some sort in the road, on the other side of the creek. It looked like spare truck tire, or something.
As I approached this object, I saw that it was actually moving. It suddenly occurred to me that it was a turtle...a huge turtle! I drew nearer, thinking that I would try to get the thing out of the road before it got run over, but I decided to not do that. In fact, I gave the turtle a wide berth when I saw the large, beaked head and realized that this was no ordinary (albeit huge) turtle.
It was an Alligator Snapping Turtle. A Snapper this big could have probably bitten my hand off, if it had gotten ahold of me, It could certainly have taken a chunk of flesh.
So, I steered around the monster, and rode on.
Later, as I was returning home, I saw the turtle was still in the road. As I got nearer, I could see that it had, unfortunately, been run over. Its shell was broken, and there was blood all over the road.
The sad part is, I could tell that someone had purposefully run back and forth over the turtle. They must have been in a large pickup truck, because I don't believe a normal sedan could have gotten over the big old reptile.
I rode on, hoping that the local rednecks wouldn't feel like treating me the way they had treated the big Snapper.