Came home muddy, bloody, and smelled a little ruff. Not really a bad story, just did not end as I wanted. Driving home after work and I see what looks like a small flat football on the side of the highway. Had to go see what it was so I went back and saw a pond turtle, 6"x"8 shell, alive. Turtles will travel but there are no waterways or ponds nearby and his plates on his shell are dry and curling up at the edges. I put it in the back of my truck to release it in a pond/creek near my home. Getting there I find briers and all other nasty thinks along the bank. Did not want to fling it out into the pond like a frisbee I spy a bit of clearing down a steep slope to a mud incline. I'm wearing hiking boots so I figure I can do it. Got down the slope OK and that's when things went to hell. One step on the mud and my footing was gone. Did a fast dance trying to recover and spun a 360 then went down on my right elbow and back, legs half in the pond. Of course my elbow found the only rock on a mud bank and gouged me open rather deep. As I'm down and out I find I can not get up, Had pulled a tendon in my left shoulder the day before and now my right arm does not feel good at all. Then I find I'm still holding the turtle. I'm sure it does not want a ride like that again. So I rolled over to my chest and place it at the pond edge and force myself up. Clawed my way back up and watched the turtle come out of its shell and get while the gettin's good. Heck of a way to end a day. But for the part I had explain all this to my wife. Time for a beer and a shower then more beer.