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LeftInTX

(25,582 posts)
Sun Apr 4, 2021, 11:03 PM Apr 2021

A real redneck story...

My daughter's husband is from Jacksonsville, FL. When he was growing up there was a large tortoise in their neighborhood that he was playing with. Their neighbor told him, "It's endangered, we'll take him and and take care of it". So the neighbors too the tortoise. The next day, they saw the huge shell out in the garbage. It turns out the neighbors took the tortoise to make turtle soup.

And yes, this tortoise is endangered. But commonly seen in FL.
This happened about 30 years ago.

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A real redneck story... (Original Post) LeftInTX Apr 2021 OP
Yup - that's redneck. Marie Marie Apr 2021 #1
Hideous. Karadeniz Apr 2021 #2
My Florida redneck story: Baitball Blogger Apr 2021 #3

Baitball Blogger

(46,761 posts)
3. My Florida redneck story:
Mon Apr 5, 2021, 08:08 AM
Apr 2021

There is a creek in our larger community that the city turned into a green pathway. When the kids were very small, we took them on the walk, which is through heavy wooded growth. We came across rednecks along the edge of the creek and I wondered if it was time to exit. But we were all curious when one of them pulled up a HUGE catfish with just a minimal, string fishing tool. The excitement was contagious and one of them asked if we wanted a closer look. The guy pulled the catfish up and stepped on it, while he removed the hook with a gloved hand. Then he showed it to the kids, and especially pointed out the spines. When their curiosity was satisfied, he dropped it in an ice chest where there were other flopping catfish, just as large.

On the way back, we waved but I made it a point of checking the site over to try to discern why that spot seemed to be teeming with good eats. The place where they stood was like a cliff, over the creek. The pathway rises about ten feet over that spot. So you can't see the fishing pool below from the path. And these redneck locals knew about this spot, and the worst they had to worry about was someone from the community coming up the path to shoo them away.

I wondered how many of those spots were still in this area, where development has taken over.

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