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Colonel
Story ..... frogs legs.
When I was about 15, we, the Mexican peach pickers, and I took a small boat out on the Feather River near Yuba City, CA one night. Armed with a big lantern, and big flash light and a frog gig on a pole, or two. We would spot the bull frog with the flash light and lunge the gig at the eyes. Swing the pole to the back of the boat where another would strip the gig and the frog would go into a tub. That night all the hind legs were cut from the frogs and the carcusses were tossed back into the tub, which was in the yard! Next morning about 85 frogs, sans rear legs, were making their way to freedom. Not getting very far tho. A sad sight.
The legs were good tho!
When I was about 15, we, the Mexican peach pickers, and I took a small boat out on the Feather River near Yuba City, CA one night. Armed with a big lantern, and big flash light and a frog gig on a pole, or two. We would spot the bull frog with the flash light and lunge the gig at the eyes. Swing the pole to the back of the boat where another would strip the gig and the frog would go into a tub. That night all the hind legs were cut from the frogs and the carcusses were tossed back into the tub, which was in the yard! Next morning about 85 frogs, sans rear legs, were making their way to freedom. Not getting very far tho. A sad sight.
The legs were good tho!