Is that redneck enough for you?
Picture this.
A tall 15 year old wearing knee high camo boots traipsing down the road with a mop bucket in one hand and a homemade frog gigger in the other. Oh and a headlamp around his blond nugget. I have to tell you about this.
A stick cut from the trees and placed in the brush pile is retreived and whittled on one end with a pocket knife. Rephrase - K-nife, not knife. That's how we say it around here. A strap is wrapped around the whittled end of the gigger snugging 3 long nails to the end of the stick. The nails, as I'm sure you guessed, function to stab things.
You have the picture. Now for the story.
It's a cool, clear Oklahoma night. It's dark and the stars are out. Stewdy Baker, Kyle and I go for a walk to accompany Cody down to the pond so that he can gig some frogs. ( I can't believe I'm even SAYING the word "gig") We get off the street and into the grass and Stewdy starts barking. That's my cue to run off the grass and back onto the street. I'm in tennis shoes for heaven's sake!! Sure enough Cody is doing a dance with his headlamp wildly streaking while he stabs a big snake with his three-nails-on-a-stick. That was the end of the grass for me. He went on to not gig a single frog. I'm not disappointed. And there's one less snake in the world. Now if we can just get rid of the homemade gigger.
A tall 15 year old wearing knee high camo boots traipsing down the road with a mop bucket in one hand and a homemade frog gigger in the other. Oh and a headlamp around his blond nugget. I have to tell you about this.
A stick cut from the trees and placed in the brush pile is retreived and whittled on one end with a pocket knife. Rephrase - K-nife, not knife. That's how we say it around here. A strap is wrapped around the whittled end of the gigger snugging 3 long nails to the end of the stick. The nails, as I'm sure you guessed, function to stab things.
You have the picture. Now for the story.
It's a cool, clear Oklahoma night. It's dark and the stars are out. Stewdy Baker, Kyle and I go for a walk to accompany Cody down to the pond so that he can gig some frogs. ( I can't believe I'm even SAYING the word "gig") We get off the street and into the grass and Stewdy starts barking. That's my cue to run off the grass and back onto the street. I'm in tennis shoes for heaven's sake!! Sure enough Cody is doing a dance with his headlamp wildly streaking while he stabs a big snake with his three-nails-on-a-stick. That was the end of the grass for me. He went on to not gig a single frog. I'm not disappointed. And there's one less snake in the world. Now if we can just get rid of the homemade gigger.
Never a dull moment with those boys!
ReplyDeleteOH MY GOODNESS! Poor Stewdy knew there was a snake in the grass. Good thing he saved you.
ReplyDeleteUrg. Well, that's... fun. I hope you had a great Easter, and that you ate ham maybe - anything but frogs!!
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