A friend of mine retired to rural Missouri. He sent me this little
reminder that maybe some interesting things happen post retirement:
I went fishing this morning but after a short time I ran out of
worms. Then I saw a cottonmouth with a frog in his mouth. Frogs are
good bass bait.
Knowing the snake couldn't bite me with the frog in his mouth I
grabbed him 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.
His eyes rolled back, he went limp. I released him into the lake
without incident and carried on fishing using the frog.
A little later, I felt a nudge on my foot. There was that same snake
with two frogs in his mouth.
Life is good in Missouri.
