Rick had a fishing line. "What are you fishing for?" my brother Joe asked. They were near a wetlands type area.
"This," Rick answered, flicking the line out about 50 feet. A second later, he reeled it back in. On the other end was a bullfrog about as big as my brother's head. Rick told Joe they're good eating. Dip them in butter, roll them in flour, and fry. Taste just like chicken.
Ho-kay.
Me, I'm just wondering if they are endangered. Like some nosy city folk.
