Great contest!
I have a story from my Dad about my Grampa.
When my Dad was a kid growing up just outside Chicago his family would sometimes take a trip up to Wisconsin for a summer vacation. They always went fishing and many times my Grampa would set a handline at dusk with a big cork bobber and a frog for bait. The hope was when he returned early the next morning there would be a big bass on the line. Bear in mind this was the 1950's and killing bass back then was acceptable, unlike today where people really get their panties in a bunch if you harm a largemouth.
Anyway, he set the handline out one night and when he got back the next morning there was the frog, hook through his lip and all, sitting on top of the bobber! My Grampa figured that since the frog was smart enough to sit on the bobber all night out of harms way that he earned his freedom so he let it go.
Good luck to all with the contest and thanks Jamie!
