Oh HECK no!
Those things are only slightly nicer than a similarly sized pissed off alligator!
My very first memory of shooting a gun was a no-name 1906 (year made) .22 bolt-action rifle my grandfather owned. We used to go up on a hill on his farm in Idaho and shoot down into the pond killing snapping turtles! I never asked how the snappers got into his pond in the first place. But what great fun that was!