Growing up on a farm it wasn't odd to find a land terrapin, what my grandfather called them or a turtle making it's passage across the property. The photo above is of John and my first cousin Dennis Wayne. The photo was taken in the late 70's. John is holding a terrapin he'd found as a boy on the same farm. Carved his intials and date on the bottom of the shell with a pocket knife. Found it all those years later. Some may find this odd or cruel. But it's something a lot of folks who lived in the country used to do. There's something unique about the way people once lived. Finding pleasure in the simple ways of life. I miss those times.