I took off form a little airport in an ultralight. As I climbed out I passed over a pond. On the surface of the pond I saw some splashing. At first I thought it was a fish. Then I realized it was a duck. A snapping turtle had it by the foot. I thought it was a gonner for sure. Away I flew. About five minutes later I flew back over. By this time the duck had made it to the edge of the pond, dragging the turtle. It was out of energy. I landed next to the pond. Ran to the duck, and just as it slipped under, I reached down into the water and grabbed the duck. I smacked the turtle who was still clinging to the ducks foot. There I was, holding a redhead by the neck. His foot was badly mangled. I took him to the wildlife rescue folks who nursed him back to health. There was some concern about his being able to take off because they (redhead ducks) run on the water to take off. I think as it turned out, he adapted and learned to take off in time to leave with the usual migration.

Sorry about the typos, I'm racing.

Henry