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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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