I talked to Catfish this morning which reminded me of a fishing tale he told me awhile back. Catfish is one heck of a fisherman and enjoys spending time wetting a line or two in his favorite fishing hole when he and Gator Babe are out here. He has caught and released more fish than you or I combined will ever catch in our lifetime. You can generally believe his exploits but I’ll leave this one up to you.
While fishing one evening last spring he ran out of worms. Then, out of the corner of his eye he saw a northern copperhead with a frog in his mouth. “Frogs are good bass bait” he thought to himself. Knowing the snake couldn’t bite him with the frog in its mouth, he grabbed the snake right behind the head, took the frog, and put it in his bait bucket. Just then did he realize he had a problem. How was he going to release the snake without getting bit?
So, he grabbed the bottle of White Lightning he carries around to ward off the chillblanes and poured a little of the hooch into the snakes mouth. He said the snakes eyes rolled back into its head and it went limp. He went on to say that he released the snake and went on about his fishing. A little later he felt a nudge at his foot. There was the same snake with two more frogs in its mouth. Fishing is good in the South!
Keep your fork