whistlepig
Elite Member
My favorite coon dog was an old Bluetick named Blue. That ol boy could tree a coon and call him by name!
Here we go. I once went frog gigging at a pond that must have had a million frogs in it. When I shined my flashlight across this pond all I could see was the blur of frog eyeballs. We were exhausted by the time we rowed our boat across this pond. The friction of rowing of the boat over the millions of frog heads dragging on the bottom of the boat was just too much for us.