Have you ever walked by and old tree and asked yourself, “Could that have been a hanging tree?” I have. In fact, we have a tree like that in our pasture. The first time I saw it, a vulture was sitting on one of the top branches. As he stared at me with his beady eyes, I could feel a chill come over me. “Does he know something I do not?”
I walked closer and several yards from the tree was the complete skeleton of a large snapping turtle. He lay on his back and stared though vacant eye sockets as the sun shone through the ragged branches of the Hanging Tree. Death was there. It surrounded the Hanging Tree.