A tale from froggin’

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By Shelton Young

Got a call telling me that I had an early deadline this week. This usually cases quite a predicament in that there’s nothing much happening in the four days since I turned in my last article.
This time the pain of a short notification was lessened due to a recent froggin’ trip.
It started at dark, which seemed to take awhile. I was at a pond owned by a friend with my light and gig.
As it got dark the frogs started croakin’ so loud it was almost eerie. Of course I wasn’t scared, maybe a little nervous, but not scared.
Hold the light and gigging wasn’t as easy as I remembered. Of course I’d forgotten about how the light had to be held steady while the gig was thrust, making it basically a two-man operation.
Try holding a light steady while sliding down a mud bank, or at least steady enough to illuminate your gig’s target. Not easy, but possible.
But after slipping numerous times and getting covered in mud I still had close to my limit of frogs.
Oh, I missed many more than I got, but I had made it most of the way around the pond and was close to my limit.
As I walked across the dam I played my light along the bank in front of me while calculating how many more I needed to limit out.
Then I saw what had to be the mack daddy of all frogs. See, when you “shine” a frog what you see are the frogs eyes as two orbs of light. These two orbs were about a foot apart. Now if you know frogs, you know the eyes seldom have a distance that exceeds an inch.
These were, as stated, a foot apart and staring at me.
I’m no coward but I’ve got enough sense to know you don’t stick a gig in a frog that size.
At least, not in the dark, and not without a gun to back you up. So, I just sort of left that frog alone and figured I had enough for one night.
I got home, went to bed, but couldn’t go to sleep. I kept thinking about that last giant frog.
I laid awake till dawn and just couldn’t take it anymore.
So I got up, got dressed, grabbed my gun, and plenty of shells, then headed back to the pond.
Sneaking up the dam I reached the crest and looked over.
There, sitting on a log, wasn’t my giant frog. What I found were two one-eyed frogs sitting about a foot apart.
Okay, that was weak. But, what did you expect?
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