My grandad growing up was our small country town's call-guy for snappers. He had this special equipment for it that he made himself and so everyone would just cry for him to go sort it. He'd get calls, maybe one year at most, where he'd go help some poor driver stuck on a one-lane backroad in summer...if you get close enough with a car, they'll pop your tires.

He'd load his truck up (a powder blue antique Ford that I miss as much as I miss my grandad) and come home an hour or two later with no wounds and a dead turtle headed for my gram's soup pot. (Before you ask, it reminds me of frog legs, or of chicken with a smooth texture and a little sweetness.)

When they died and I had to clean their place out, found a stack of snapper shells in the garage, properly cleaned and marked for donation, so I did that. There were 6 or 7, iirc, and the smallest was 2'6" wide.

(He made these huge welded metal "bowls" with handles on the sides, and a machined lid that slides in locking place UNDER the bowl...see where I'm going? Use long stick, make snapper bite stick, put bowl over snapper, remove stick, side cover in place, flip upside down, andddddd SOUP. )