We had one on some land we were leasing once. It lived in a small pond no one ever went to. We drained the pond to just a few feet deep to catch the fish to relocate to a pond we had just built. This guy was laid up in the mud watching all the action. I was younger at the time, about 12-13, but I remember that thing being a good 2 feet in diameter. His head was bigger around than a base ball bat at the business end. We took a stick and started poking at it. He reached out and snapped that stick, which was about an inch in diameter, clean in two. It was superb. We finished up and left. When I walked back to that pond the next day, Mr. Snapper was gone. I have often wonder about that thing. If it is still alive. That was 30 years ago at least. We still live next to that land, but haven't had a lease on it in 20-25 years.