After a night tied to the dock at Bobby's Fish Camp, I was preparing to head North, upriver, the next morning. On the back deck, under the overhang, was this green stowaway. I wondered if he (she) though my boat was a giant frog and hopped on for an encounter. Not enough there for a plate of froglegs, so I nudged it back into the water before I left.
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