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How's this:
I was fishing at Houghton's Pond in Milton last week. It was an after work trip that, like so many others, didn't look too promising. I had been having some luck with a "thumping toad" rigged on a 4/0 weedless worm hook, and was casting in and around the lily pads with visions of a decent bass or pickerel expolding beneath it. Well, after a half hour of no action, I caught some movement off to my right, and saw a leopard frog hop for it's life as the water it had previously occupied erupted quite vigorously. I immediately thought that this was my chance to nail a decent fish, seeing that it would probably still be lurking in the shallows, looking for an easy meal. I gingerly tossed my artificial frog into the same spot the frog had just vacated, and was surprised with the speed of the strike.
Oh, it was a hit, a shockingly swift hit that hit it's mark with laser-like accuracy, only it wasn't a bass or pickerel. It was a bullfrog. The damn thing had been chasing the smaller frog, and took after my offering like a hungry dog to a steak. Needless to say I caught the frog, which was now sporting a pierced lip. I unhooked him and tossed him back with my warning "See what happens when you mess with MY FROG!" I tossed the frog back into the same spot a few moments later and another SOB bullfrog had taken his place!
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it!
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