While camping last weekend, this happened:
That is my cousin Steve, whom most recently discovered this for me, or should I say us. He put on his waders and decided to go swamping, which in other words means…
Hunting for frogs.
Passersby were confused at us boggy marsh gawkers, until they realized we were watching Steve mucking through the muck. Every last one of them smiled. Only one of them rubbed my shoulders.
In other Drunken Recollecting, while around the campfire, I proposed that there are only three reasons men do anything in this world (in no particular order):
- To impress their friends… explains Break Moments in De-Evolution
- To make themselves happy… explains sites like this existing
- To get laid… obvi
Oh, and there is the unofficial fourth reason – survival.
So the question that remains – why did Steve go swamping?
I already told you it was to hunt for frogs!