When I first bought my property I had a twelve foot john boat. No dock was constructed at the time and we used to park the boat upside down in the tall grass that surrounded the pond. My daughters and I decided to try our luck fishing on a nice June day, after the boat had sat for a few weeks in the grass. When the boat was flipped over there were four of the cutest little mink I have ever seen, In the middle of the Mink herd, was the biggest bullfrog ever seen in all me forty-three years. This bad boy had his head completely gnawed off, his body was almost the size of a Nerf football, the babies were no larger than a chipmunk. Two of them hi-tailed it for the grass, Two of them decided to take on the surprised fat guy holding the beer can. I Of course did what any full grown man would do...I screamed like a little girl and jumped straight up in the air. One made it past... one did not. Now it was my daughters turn to scream. Needless to say, I did not have a fishing partner that afternoon. The girls went to get a box and plan a "Private" closed casket funeral. We moved no more than ten feet from the little guy, when all of a sudden momma comes snarling out of the grass, snatched up baby and disappeared again. We have always seen Muskrats in or around the pond. That year not one.

Ted Kennedys car killed more people than my gun ever did.