I've never heard of anyone being "attacked" by a snapper, you should have kept fishing.
I was talking to a guy who worked for the nature conservancy several years ago, and he recanted how a colleague had accidentally stepped on one while doing some stream sampling. I guess he felt it had simply moved on, so he continued wet wading in waist deep water. The thing circled behind him and bit a perfect "diamond" out of the back of his calf. I'm sure it was a case of mistaken identity, mating season, something, but I can never get that story out of my head whenever I see one when wading.
Not quite the same, but probably 15 years ago I was driving a tractor down the road, and I saw a medium size one trying to cross in front of me. Hadn't had turtle soup in awhile, so I stopped and threw it in the cab. All was cool for about a mile...then the thing went apey. Snapping and lunging at my leg, I stood up on the seat and screamed like a little girl...but it kept coming. I couldn't reach the clutch or brake, ran off the right side of the road, and tore the open window off on a tree! I know for a fact that they get kinda mean in a confined space.
10 years ago I hooked one in the mouth while fishing a tube at Green River Reservoir. It was a monster. Like a dummy, I decided to try and get the hook out, so I lifted it in the boat while my partner was yelling "Don't bring that in the boat!" He was right. As soon as it got it's claws in the carpet, I couldn't hold it back. Now it's in the bottom of the boat, backed in a corner, bleeding, crapping, and on the offensive! My buddy is sitting on the motor, still yelling, and has no intention of "helping." I fought it with the net handle for what seemed like a half hour trying to turn it so I could grab it's tail. That dude was striking like a rattle snake. Finally, it bit the handle and wouldn't let go. I drug it out, got the tail, threw turtle, net, hook and line back in the lake wishing her the best of luck in getting that 3/0 gammy out of it's jaw.
...and then there's the guys who "feel" for them with their feet and hands.
Sorry for the hi-jack, but Scott's story got me to laughing about all that again. I'd have done the same thing. That sucker could have his hole, and I'd move to the ripples, where I could see the bottom.
