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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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