Howdy OZ.
Just the other night I thought about you. It was just after dark by the pond and I seen the biggest damn bullfrog I'd seen since a kid. I had the 5 gallon feed bucket in my hand and stuffed his ass in there but he kept jumping out since he could stretch out long as the bucket. I stuffed him in it again, flipped the bucket up-side-down quiklike and set a 6'' round rock on the bucket thinking it'd hold the bucket over him. I ran in the house to get Courtney to come out and look at it, but when we got there, the bucket was laying sideways a few feet from where I left it, and no frog. He jump hard enough to knock the rock off the bucket, and I guess the next jump sent the bucket out of his way. Lucky for him I wasn't craving frog legs on first sight. It'd been a meal.
