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.
Me, I'm just wondering if they are endangered. Like some nosy city folk.