"A frog! Hey, who wants to see a frog?" I yelled over to the family who were around the camp fire.
No one responded.
"No one wants to see a frog?!" I asked in bewilderment.
"I want to see!" Jeff said, and sprang from his chair to check out the frog.
"That's not a frog..." Jeff said, in his monotone lector voice, "...It's a toad."
I looked back down at the little amphibious creature. Jeff was, of course, right, but I couldn't just say that.
"It's a damn frog, Jeff!" I said sternly, which made him laugh.
"Well, I better grab him." Jeff said, and picked up the toad.
"We will get him back to one as soon as we get home." I reassured, but unaware of how that would work out.
Mason finally did go to sleep to the popping of the camp fire, and we all soon followed. The next day we would fish the infamous
Dworshak Reservoir, home of the state record small mouth bass in Idaho. Here is hoping we get a shot at one that big.