[OKSooner]

Oh my goodness.

A Yankee from where, Kansas City? Noodlin' is, of course, Mudboy's favorite sport. But I'm being redundant, I know. It involves getting inebriated enough to reach into an adult catfish's den in a river bank, find his open mouth, insert your hand in through his mouth and getting a handful of gills. But not too inebriated to bring him out and throw him in a burlap bag to take home for dinner.

I've heard that sometimes a catfish den (flatheads are supposed to be best) can sometimes be home to water moccasins. Or as some folk around here call them, "mossacins".

Wouldn't know if Mud has ever had that experience, although I heard an anecdote to that effect. Supposedly he screeched loud enough that they heard him all the way up to the plutonium factory, and he threw a couple of adult "mossacins" who were in the throes of the physical act of mating all the way to the opposite bank of the bayou.

But that's just hearsay, of course.

[FreeTheHostages]

Wouldn't know if Mud has ever had that experience, although I heard an anecdote to that effect.

Now we've caught the spirit of the thing. This is the sort of well-placed, first-hand report of which good biographies are made. I thank you very much for your highly accurate contribution.

[Mudboy Slim]

Well, that there story is somewhat accurate, but we weren't huntin' water moccasins, we wuz giggin' frogs, with a flash light, and a triple-pronged gigger and my grandfather on my mama's side. His name was J. Lee, and we named Jessie Lee fer him...MUD

BTW...them froglegs were tasty!!