
Originally Posted by
Glenn W
About 15 years ago there were some in the Salt River during wet years.
I was in Phoenix for a week on business and it was wetter than Jessica Simpson playing with a --- well, it was the rainy season.
Anyway, I was tired of getting dizzy every evening in the fancy bar on the top of the Hiatt Regency downtown that goes round and round and got to thinking to myself one evening---
"Self, I bet there's a frog or 3 million in that concrete ditch they call a river over on the other side of Washington Street."
So, I got to thinking, China town ain't too far away and they're always using some kinda contraption to cook with so I mosied over to China town.--- sure enough, found some kinda big ass fork that would work perfect for a frog gig. Got me a broom handle and some duct tape and I was in bidness.
Hailed a cab from the Hiatt and told the Cabby to take me to the swampiest, nastiest area of the Salt River and pick me back up in 2 hours. Well, I got out of the cab in the barrio, but felt safe armed with my gig and 2 pair of panty hose that I bought at the hotel gift shop. (gotta put the frogs in something).
Well, to make a long story short-- the frogging won't nothing spectacular. BUT--- man I discovered a new outdoor sporting activity--- you ain't lived till you've been on a Norway Rat gigging trip.
Dude, them sombiches are fast. The gigs stick in em real good though. We're talking A1A sporting here.
Gotta go fix dinner now, but if I get a chance, I'll try to remember to tell you about the quality surfing in Tuscan.