Anyway.  We were trying to put the sneak on them, so we had to get on our hands and knees to keep our profiles down because they were so spooky.  Next thing I hear is my brother cussing and swearing, and not real quiet.  He is pounding away at his leg, then his thigh.  He was hitting his leg so hard, I though he was going to break something. I tried to ask him what was going on, and all he could say was something was crawling up his leg and he wasn't going to let it get any further. Finally he just grabs at his pant leg, and squishes whatever it was.  He just knew it was one of them mad diseased, dreaded field mice, that go straight for the meat of things.  Now you wouldn't think someone as big and strong, and tough as him would be so afraid of such a small creature, and I guess since it was him and not me, it seemed awfully funny, because all of us just split a gut.  Especially when he finally stop the creature from going any further by squashing it.  Now the part that had the rest of us in stitches, and laughing so hard, was when he dropped his drawers and this poor thing that once resembled a frog, but now, was nothing more then a grease spot, or  looking like something fresh out of a blender.

 The fishing in that particular pound was out of the question, since he washed out his pants with all the frog guts and himself.  But this was one of those moments that you will never forget.  This moment will always be with me.  My brothers and I still tease him about the poor frog, and I guess that I am still glad that it was him and not me.  I probably wouldn't have laughed so hard, but it was one of those moments in your life that will always stick with you.  We treasure that moment, as well as many others that us brothers had while fishing the back country, and we will still tease him once in awhile about the mad frog attack by the beaver pounds.  Tight Lines everyone, and remember to watch out for the mad frog of the beaver ponds.  At least there is one less now!