Gee, I wonder if this has anything to do with the runoff of BIG SUGAR??

no, it is all those thermometers that are exploding from global warming.

I figure it's from all the stolen Lincolns dumped in the canals.

30 year old news. More studies, never any action.

That explains why so many Rednecks are a little slooooow! Eating too many mercury laden frawg legs negatively affects early developmental brain growth! Yee Haw!!!

so Thats why all the snowbirds/yankees drive so slow in the left lane,,,,,, gets ,,confusing huh?, ""right brain<less> side,,,left brain<less> side,oh which do i use",,,,,lolol,,,,,us ,,Rednecks,,,are slow ,from watching them drive in right hand circles with the left turn signal on,,,you get kinda dizzy when ,, They,,, are here,,,but they ARE a funny kinda animal and entertainment Is hard to come by when they over crowd this area,,,,,lolol,,,

I think it's all from that plane that crashed in the everglades a couple of years ago.

The one with all those oxigen generator things.

The best Frog Legs I ever ate were gigged right out of a strip mine lake far up in the frozen nothern wastelands.

In fact here's a funny story (if your sick like me).

My Uncle and I were out late one night gigging frogs and drinking a lot of beer. We were coming back to camp in his 61 Chevy truck, I was driving (I was 14 years old), he was shining a spot light down the road, when we spotted a group of baby racoons rolling around in the dirt lane. My Uncle wanted to catch one so we stopped the truck, put it in nuetral with the engine running to shine the headlights, and went on a chase. What seemed like a flat lane turned out to have a little pitch to it and the truck began to roll as we were chasing 'coons'. We turned around just in time to watch the truck go over the edge of a strip mine pit and down a 50' embankment. Luck was on our side and the darn thing got hung up on a stump before it went into about 90' of water and stopped just before the waters edge. It was still running with lights shining. We climbed on down and rescued the rest of the beer and sat at the side of the road laughing. About then the local Deputy came by and commented on what a sorry mess we seemed to be. He had a good laugh himself until he heard the sound of a 5 gallon bucket of gigged frogs coming from the truck. Now if you've ever heard this sound it can only be described as just like a human baby. He jumped into action and we just laughed harder. He came back, called a tow truck, and about an hour later we were driven home with little more than a pushed in grill and a rattling fan blade.
They don't make trucks like that anymore.
I guess it's getting harder to get good frog legs too.

Cupcake, your story made my day (which shows you how sick I am). Thanks

Great story cupcake! Now days that story would have had a different outcome:

Your Uncle would have been arrested for a DUI, the delinquency of a minor for giving you beer, tresspassing, FWC would have shown up looking for your frog-giggin license, the Chevy would have been totaled and insurance would not have paid a dime because the key was in the ignition, engine on and unattended, and your Uncle's wife would have beat the hell out of him for having to bail him out of jail and not bringing dinner home tat night!!! LOL!! Things sure have changed in little ole Naples, haven't they!

Hmmmmmm- maybe we need to do a little research on the correlation between criminal behavior and frog leg consumption! I could do a PhD Thesis on this! Could be a good defense in a court of law! Heck, if you can use the old " TWINKIE" defense, why not a "frog leg" defense!

Cupcake, I gigged frogs in a pond named Tittles, on top of a mountain in Southwest Oklahoma. I was about the same age; brings back memories.
Me and my dog Rocky (cause he ate rocks)spent many a weekend up in those mountains, hunting rabbits and gigging frogs. Wow, I'd like to go back. "Willouby, Willouby, next stop Willouby."

Greeat..i just ate some at Porky's last night... :(

Yes Naples sure has changed but this little episode actually took place in 1964 in Randolph County, Illinois. Home to Peabody and King Coal at the time.

We hooked a chain to the front of the truck and a tree and pulled the front end out pretty close to good. My Uncle drove that truck just like that for many years after.
He's 66 now and still likes to go frog giggin'.

Yuk

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"Willouby, Willouby, next stop Willouby."

Wow, Never thought I'd see a TwilightZone reference on here.

Naples_zen. What? this is the TwilightZone, isn't it?

Yep, Naples_zen, as much as many of us would like to, you just can't go back. Once the innocence of youth is gone.........

Rockford, that was ValuJet 592... 12 years ago.

I giged frogs why I wuz eatin purkrinds im mys pickup truk!