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Jimdandee42@aol.com
"Frog Hunters"
Two Good Ole Boys got together one
night, after an Friday afternoon of doing their daily
exercising of lifting, 12 oz's at a time. Sonny, being the
mastermind of the two, thought that they should go "frog
gigging" that night. Shorty, who was always reluctant to follow
Sonny's exploits, asked why go "frog gigging"?
Sonny's thoughts
upon the situation was if we go home now, the old ladies would
bitch them out for drinking so much down at the China-Man's
store and not taking them out dancing at the "Western Dance
Hall and Motel". At least, if they went "frog gigging"
they would have peace and quite for little while and some good
frog legs for supper tomorrow night.
So
off they went, after percurring an aluminum boat from another
"good old boy", and stopping off at the "Otasco Store"
for other essentials such as battery operated headlamps, frog
gigs with 12 ft. poles, styro-foam coolers, one for the frogs
and one for the beer. It was not long after dark when they
finally got into the back waters of the Mississippi Delta.
Along, about
midnight they had done "gigged" a mess of them big fat
bullfrogs and was thinkin' about calling it a night. Surely the
"old ladies" had gone to bed by now. It was then while sculling
under a dead oak tree that it happened. A cotton-mouth as thick
as their arm and at 7 ft long fell into the boat.
Ooooh-Man, what the Hell to do? Sonny, being up at the front of
the boat sculling, was the farthest from the snake and Shorty
being at the back was facing death square into the yellow eyes
of Satan.
Shorty,
being a man of action, grabbed the Remington 22 automatic that
was brought along for such an occasion and proceeded to empty
all 16 rounds into that big bad snake or at least he
tried, cause the snake just eased over the side of the boat
that now had 16 holes in the bottom of it, and went on his
way.
Sonny exclaimed "Now what the Hell are we going to
do?"
Shorty's reply was " I don't know about this WE shit, but you
had better get to paddling." and " Empty that beer cooler, so I
can get some of this water out of the boat.". "I said, the beer
cooler, not the one with the damn frogs in it."
THE
MORALE OF THIS STORY IS EVEN IF YOU FEEL FROGGY DON'T
JUMP.
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