GROSS, you do what with frogs?
Do they really taste like chicken?
Those of you that have ever talked about your frog gigging experience know what those questions are all about. That is what I hear every time I start telling gigging stories. Don’t get me wrong, I love hearing those questions as they open the door to introducing someone else to something that I love. Please submit your questions in the comments and I will do my best to answer them.
This years opening night was a blast. There was one particular moment that made it a huge success and we will get to that. We were only out a few hours from 9:00pm until 12:00pm so it wasn’t a long night but still a ton of fun with a little success also. My gigging partners were Andrew and my Dad. Andrew I have written about before as I have taken him out deer hunting a few times. I don’t think I have mentioned my Dad much on here but, I always love to spend time with him.
We set out just after dark. The temperatures were in the mid 90′s and the humidity was sky high. Bugs were buzzing and remarkably monster bull frogs weren’t making a noise. We hit a large 30 acre lake first and quickly decided that we needed to leave. There were barely any frogs at all to be found. I am contributing this lakes lack of frogs to the high number of racoons and other predator animals. So we left and headed to the lake where the magic happend.
The next and last place that we headed too has been the honey hole in the past and we gave it a break last year. I expected us all to limit out on this small 1/3 acre pond. We only found 5 bull frogs that met my size standards and we missed one of those. We only came out with 4 big bull frogs and a ton of scratches from sticker bushes.
So what made the night such a success? Where is that magic that was mentioned? It all had to do with Andrew as this was his first time out gigging frogs. I gigged the first frog to show him how it is done and then passed the gig off to him. We went about 20 feet further and there was a monster frog. He got excited, but at the same time realized that he couldn’t get to the frog. Being a smart and ethical hunter he quickly passed the gig back to me and asked me to take it. He didn’t want to miss the frog or more importantly wound it. I gigged the frog and then we moved about 20 more feet down the shore to another big frog. This one is in a great spot, sitting on solid ground, and facing the water. Andrew slowly approached, creeping through the leaves and sticks as quietly as possible, and then wham that frog hit the water and was gone. “No worries there are more”, I told him.
Then just a little ways down the shore, again there is another big bull frog. This time we are on the dam and in the grass. Andrew started his silent approach and got within a few feet of the frog. He placed the gig over the frog and about 6″ away. Then it happened, he struck with all of his might and started giggling like a little school girl. Now I am in no way making fun of him. You all know that feeling when you have done something that you think is ridiculously awesome and you just smile or start to giggle. Well this was his moment. He pried him out of the mud, pulled him from the gig, and carefully placed him in the bag.
Now his is what I live for. This young mans night was made and he is hooked for life. The next day at church he was telling everyone about it and can’t wait to go again. I would like to encourage all of you hunters/outdoorsmen out there to find a local youth or a youth of your own and invest some time in them. The worst that can happen is that you have a good time. haha.
With all of that said enjoy your Frog Gigging season and send in those stories as we would love to hear them.