I shot a green turtle once. In Nassau. He swam by us,
and stopped, on a rock. Then he poised himself, for takeoff.
I saw he was going to swim off and launched a shot. I used
lots of Kentucky windage. By the time the spear got there its ass
was dragging. It hit him right behind the ear, and went in the soft spot
in his neck. An inch to either side would have bounced off, or missed.
He was about as big as a washtub. Well, a large mop bucket.
The cottage we were staying in had a maid who came with it.
The boat we chartered, the captain cleaned him, at the dock.
The maid cooked the steaks in a iron skillet The muscle twitched
when the meat hit the pan. It might have been the best meal I ever had.
We were hungry from being out on the water all day. In the water.
I felt like Art Pinder when he speared the sailfish. What a shot!