by mark hay » June 11th, 2011, 10:06 am
This thread reminds me of the summer of '76 . Three other fellers and myself spent all night catchin' bullfrogs . We also took in a couple nice snappers .
At sun up we commenced the cleaning . We then set out to kill a whistlepig or two ,,,,young'n of course .
On the way back to dress the little pigs we stop by a farmer that had just cut some pigs .
Long story short ,,,That evening we rounded up some of the locals and commenced to eatin' . One fellers momma volunteered to do the cookin' and let me tell ya , the woman lacked no skill . Her biscuits were worth fight for ,,,,,I'm talkin' gun fight mind you.
We devoured mountain oysters , tender young ground hog , frog legs and snappin' turtle with a big ol' basket full of Mrs. Johnson's biscuits . I shall never forget some of those big strappin' fellers with their sixpack abbs and rippled muscles as they shied away from the oysters .
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