Froggy Went a Bassin'

Froggy went a bassin' and he did blurp, uh-huh

Froggy went a bassin' and he did blurp, uh-huh

Froggy went a bassin' and he did blurp

'Till Bubba snatched him and got hooked, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Those are my adapted title and the beginning lyrics to a tune that, if I understand what I read correctly, dates back as far as the 1500s. The tune has been recorded by many artists over the years, usually with this perhaps more familiar title: "Froggy Went a Courtin'." In any event, it's just my facetious way of saying that my friends, Rob and Mitch, went fishin' this morning, and they didn't do too bad, thanks to the frog baits they were throwing most of the time.

Here's Rob, during some of the rain we had this morning, with a bass that tipped the scales at 2-5.

Meanwhile, Mitch holds up the 2-8 bass that he also caught during the overcast conditions.

My friends told me, that between West Neck and Albright's, they boated a total of 13 bass, with their best five (including another 2-plus pounder) totaling between 9 and 10 lbs. Said Rob, "The fish were in and around wood--in some cases, right up against cypress trees."

While frogs were responsible for most of the fish caught today, they weren't the only baits that proved successful. Rob and Mitch also caught fish on the Pop R and buzzbaits.

And bass weren't the only fish on the "catching" menu. My friends found themselves staring down the gullet of some grindle--three, to be exact--as they worked to unhook the ugly creatures. A nice crappie rounded out their day's total.

Rob and Mitch told me that, along about the same time as the sun finally came out, the bite turned off, and it didn't take much discussion at that point for them to agree on calling it quits.

Way to go, fellas. Ya did good.