Of the many fish tales & memories JT and I will have together in the years ahead, I guess a “turtle” tale will be amongst them. I was sorting my trout jigs when JT said “Daddy, a turtle ate my worm.” I looked down and sure enough a turtle was dangling on his hook. He said the turtle followed his bobber in and then swam down to grab his worm. We pulled the tiny hook from the roof of its mouth and released back into the lake. JT of course wouldn’t stop talking about it on the car ride home.