My cousin and I had our wives in a small boat back in some swampy stuff up in Ontario. We were catchin frogs with red yarn and a small treble hook, swing im over into the boat, grab legs and whack their head against rhe side of the boat. One must have just been knocked out cuz it came to and started hoppin around. Both women jumped up and ran to opposite ends of the 12 foot boat, nearly dumped us all, including all the bullfrogs we nabbed.

Ever since then I carry my 12ga and give them a finishing shot! (The frogs, not the women.)


There's 2 dates they carve on your tombstone.
Everyone knows what they mean.
What's more important is time that is known
as the little dash inbetween.


Razz