When I was 12 me and a friend when frog gigging one night. My daddy said “Son, whatever you do, do NOT gig a snake.”. First snake I saw I couldn’t resist. I gig a cotton mouth. Of Course, it didn’t kill it and we couldn’t get it off the hook. We couldn’t find a stick so we beat it to death with the frog stringer. The frog hunt was over for the night.
*** “My daddy said “Son, whatever you do, do NOT gig a snake.”***
I used to give my Son those bits of wisdom... when he was little he would ask “Why?”
When he got a little older it was “How do you know” and a grin.