Fried Turtle

When we got there we dropped the turtles on the ground. Virgil said, "Art pick out the one want for dinner and we will clean it for you." Art walked over and looked them. He pointed at the biggest one and said, "That one there." Joe reached up in his shoulder holster, pulled out a pistol and with one hand he took aim just for a second. He shot the turtle right down through the top of the head.When we walked back to where Virgil and art were at, I could see that Virgil had already cleaned the big turtle and Art was getting ready to fry it in the black iron skillet. As they all stood there talking I noticed a little tree about the size of a boy's arm all bent over and tied to the first limb was a burlap sack. Something in the sack was moving around. Virgil saw me looking at the sack. About that time I asked Virgil what was in the sack. He laughed and said, "Tony, that's them other turtles. I put them in that sack and hung them up there so they couldn’t get away. For dinner that day we had fried turtle and cooked new taters that came out of Virgil's garden along with fried corn bread, green onions and black coffee.