Fishing in The South

I went fishing this morning, but after a short time I ran out of worms.Then I saw a cottonmouth with a frog in its mouth. Frogs are good bass bait. Knowing the snake couldn't bite me with the frog in its mouth, I grabbed it right behind the head, took the frog, and put it in my bait bucket. Now the dilemma was how to release the snake without getting bit. So, I grabbed my bottle of Jack Daniels and poured a little whiskey in its
mouth.



Its eyes rolled back, and it went limp. I released the snake into the lake without incident and carried on fishing, using the frog. Not long after, I felt a nudge on my foot. It was that snake...with two more
frogs.


Life is good in the South.

:Rofl

CP,
That reminds me of a trip I made to Santee a few years ago. I was in the flooded cypress swamp, throwing a plug and I overthrew it and hooked a squirel up in one of the trees. I tried to pull him in so I could unhook him without getting bit or clawed. I eased under the limb he was on and he jumped and landed in my tackle box. He jumped out of the box still hooked to my line with 4 or 5 more plugs stuck in him and went over the side of the boat into the water.
By the time I got the slack out of the line and reeled him back in he had 4 bass hung to him by the lures he had stuck in him.
He got off before I could make another cast.

:crazy:

An honest lier doesn't have a chance here! :Rofl EB

You ain't going to beleave this...
I once shot a deer three times and still didn't kill him. I couldn't take time to reload while chasing him. So, I picked up a rock, threw it and hit him behind the ear. Knocked him out stone cold. He fell in a pond, so I held him under until the bubbles stopped.
DP

sure is getting deep in here