I went fishing this morning, but after a short time I ran out of worms.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a cottonmouth with a frog in
his mouth. "Frogs are good bass bait," I thought to myself.
Knowing the snake couldn't bite me with the frog in his mouth, I grabbed him right
behind the head, took the frog, and put it in my bait bucket.
Just then, I realized I had a problem: how was I going to release the snake
without getting bit?
So, I grabbed my bottle of Jack Daniels and poured a little whiskey
in its mouth.
The snake's eyes rolled back and he went limp.
I released him into the lake without incident and carried on fishing using the frog.
A little later, I felt a nudge at my foot. There was that same snake
with two more frogs in its mouth.
Life is good in the South.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a cottonmouth with a frog in
his mouth. "Frogs are good bass bait," I thought to myself.
Knowing the snake couldn't bite me with the frog in his mouth, I grabbed him right
behind the head, took the frog, and put it in my bait bucket.
Just then, I realized I had a problem: how was I going to release the snake
without getting bit?
So, I grabbed my bottle of Jack Daniels and poured a little whiskey
in its mouth.
The snake's eyes rolled back and he went limp.
I released him into the lake without incident and carried on fishing using the frog.
A little later, I felt a nudge at my foot. There was that same snake
with two more frogs in its mouth.
Life is good in the South.