I “love” snapping turtles .... they are awesome, as long as one isn’t latched on to one of your body parts! The biggest one I ever saw was on an interstate road - evidently decided to cross for some reason. It was as big as a car tire - seriously.
The funniest one was a large snapper crossing the road & it was large enough to cause a traffic snarl - no one wanted to hit it. A police officer had stopped to help out with traffic. Evidently, the turtle was moving too slowly (or not at all) for him so he called (me - I was the dispatch officer for his district that day) & asked for the Animal Control officer to come relieve him. The AC officer laughed and told me that he was on the other side of the county - tell the officer to “escort the turtle across the road”. The other officers on the radio got a good laugh ... the turtle escort ... not so much.
I had one bite me in the arse when I was 12. I was standing on a half broken rock dam, actually up to me knees in water, and fishing for sun fish in a lily pad pool. Was a really good spot—small, so not fished much there. Some pumpkinseeds were as big as a large man’s hand.
Anyway I leaned my backside up to the broken rock wall, and there laid Mr. Snapper awaiting my skinny butt. He actually got the end of my cutoffs rather than any flesh but scared me half to death.
I went up and off that damn with him hanging on for at least 100 yards!
My friends Dad (who owned the property killed it and made turtle soup.