BluesForDan
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a few years ago I was walking through our local park, which is a recreational gem in the middle of the city. Bordered by the river and an adjacent canal, there is a stream that runs from a spill gate. Along this stream beavers build dams, and trails run along side it. I was walking along approaching one of the beaver dams when movement caught my eye. I spied a snapper, that looked like it was trying to climb up a rock but not quite making it. It was a small one, maybe the size of a serving plate. I was wondering why didn't it just move around the rock when the 'rock' suddenly heaved up out of the water and it was a large snapper. The female was being mounted by a smaller male and she was agitated as all get out.
As I heard somebody say once "Fighting or fucking, with snappers it's hard to tell.":hee
As I heard somebody say once "Fighting or fucking, with snappers it's hard to tell.":hee