The flying frog!

Okay, this is the one a couple of you have been waiting for. One summer when I was six or seven, we went to Louisville with our camping gear. My Aunt Vivy had a huge house with a wrap around porch (large porch that wrapped around a corner of the house, so there was porch on two sides of the house.) We loved this house and the porch. They had a porch swing we liked to swing on and several huge trees for me to climb. She also had a huge yard that went down to a creek. We pitched our tent on the side of the creek and commenced to camp. One evening, after it was pitch black dark dad wanted to go gigging for frogs. We had a row boat available to us so mom got in the point of the boat with a flashlight, dad of course sat in the seat to be the rower, Kathy was in the middle seat and Iwas in the far back seat, actually in front of dad because he was sitting backside to the point of the boat and mom so he could row. Well, off we went, rowing slow and being very very quiet! Mom was in the tip of the boat shining this flashlight along the bank. All at once, we see this humongous bullfrog! Dad stuck out his old cane pole with a large hook on the end. He got it right below the frogs chin and jerked it up. He had him!! Well, that huge bullfrog came flying through the air with front and back legs stetched out. He was coming right toward my face!! To make matters worse--he was peeing!! I started over the edge of the boat. Dad barely caught me in time literally by the seat of my pants. He clubbed the frog and tied him up to the place where you would tie your stringer of fish. Of course that just happened to be real close to my feet, right between my seat and dad's. Well every now and then the frog would just flinch a little, and I was on my way over the side of the boat again. This happened a couple times and then dad moved the stupid frog. By the time he moved it, it wasn't flinching anymore anyway. I was still glad to be rid of it.