Its gotta be a rough life!
I’ve always been fascinated with turtles, and have kept many different types over the years. I’ve had many painted turtles, several eastern box turtles, snapping turtles, stinkpot turtles, a spotted turtle, several smooth soft shelled turtles, map turtles and a wood turtle. I even have some pics of me riding a giant tortoise of the Galapagos when I was a wee bairn! Some of my favorite turtles – were Hannibal the desert tortoise owned by Uncle Tony and Aunt Ruth in Palo Alto and my attack box turtle me and Janet had when we lived in Canonsburg Pa. Hannibal was a good sized beast about 30 – 40 lbs had semiprecious stones inlaid in the rim of his shell and was the scourge of aunt Ruth’s backyard flowers in her fenced Palo Alto yard. If memory serves (maybe Joan can help me out here) they didn’t capture him but he came with the house when they bought it. Incidentally the new owners of the house when Tony and Ruth sold knew that the pending sale of the house to them was contingent on Hannibal’s continued garden reign of terror! He was a great beast hibernating in a shallow dug trench during the mild California wet season winters. My other favorite was an eastern box turtle that spent a winter in the bath room of our apartment in Canonsburg. The bathroom was always tight in the morning when both Janet and I were trying to get ready for work. As often was the case Janet was”hogging” the sink so I sic’ed my turtle on her! I told him to savagely bite bite her toe. He immediately sprung into action sprinting to her foot as she brushed her teeth and hair and… Let us just say it took a while for him to cross the three feet to her foot. Then he stopped, cocked his head, took precise aim, opened his fierce jaw and bit her on the little toe! I shit you not! It was the only time he exhibited aggressive tendencies! It was fucking fantastic! It also is one of the incidents that Janet cites as evidence of me being a witch! Anyway I digress, suffice to say I love turtles.
Over the several years (more than I would like to count here) that I have been fishing the Grassy River and Gowganda area I have seen very few turtles. Its too far north and the climate is just too difficult for them I guess. I have perhaps only seen under a dozen or so. All eastern painted turtles. It was one of my disappointments with the area when I first travelled there after fishing the extremely turtle replete kawartha’s. Most of the turtles I have seen were in the Grassy River area and even in a specific area. That area being the landing on the Grassy River that I use to go to Mond Lake. I went there this early summer with Phil Poczik and regaled him on the way there about the turtles that lived in this tough area and their yearly attempt to lay eggs in the hardscrabble of the roadway to the landing. Phil told me later that he was thinking to him self, “Yeah right, another one of Jack’s stories”.

We put the boat in and travelled to Mond for a delightful day of fishing in the sun catching many pike, several walleye, some perch and drinking some beer. When we pulled into the landing lo and behold there were two count ‘em two female painted turtles trying to lay eggs on the road way to the landing. “Geesh,” Phil thought, “I guess Jack isn’t full of shit after all (at least on this point).”

I got a picture of one of the hardy girls, and also took a picture of one of the 7 or more failed nest sites. Shown below.

You can see from the picture how difficult the digging is here and the scattered shells of the eaten turtle eggs. I felt so bad for these intrepid pioneers, that I resolved, the next time I ventured to Mond I would do something about this situation and began cogitation of the problem.
Some interesting background on northern painted turtles – they can live to over 100 years old, have almost zero mortality once they reach adult size, typically have population sex ratios of 12 to 20 females to every male, hatch-lings spend the entire winter in the shell hatching out the next spring and are the highest vertebrate species that can go through a complete death defying freeze and reanimate! They can only do it once in the egg though. All in all it sounds pretty good eh? I wouldn’t mind being a painted turtle!
So later in the season I prevailed on Buss (notorious GOP apologist and all around good guy in-spite of it) and Andy to trek to Mond for a fishing trip and to renovate the egg laying grounds for the turtles. We took a pick shovels and a galvanized wash tub with us in addition to our fishing equipment and boats. After a long day of fishing we dug several ~ 1/2 cubic yard holes on the sites of past failed turtle nests and then collected sand from a nearby area tamping it into the holes. I can hardly wait to see if this helps the little devils out. In any case this may be counted as part of our good works and perhaps merit someone (perhaps turtles) placing small pebbles on our tombstones.