Some mornings i walk by a pond and stop to listen to the bullfrogs. Reminds me of going fishing as a kid.
Back the '80s I was floating the BigHole in SW Montana with my Dad and brother. We came upon a Great Blue Heron that had become trapped under a branch on a steep cutbank and the current was dragging it under. We pulled the boat in downstream and made our way back thru the willows. My Dad & brother held my ankles while I hung down the bank and rescued the bird, which was about to go under for the last time. I held it for a few minutes until it could keep its feet, then watched it wobble off. Sometimes the best fishing & hunting stories have nothing to do with catching or shooting anything.