The Frog Catchers

We spent last night camping in the Adirondacks, and since I like to focus on the positive things in life, I didn’t actually take photos of the two inches of water in our tent this morning.  (I am pretty sure the air mattresses were floating.) Instead, I’ll tell you about the s’mores and the three ponds we visited on our hike.  We spent the afternoon at our favorite mountain swimming hole, Copperas Pond, diving into the clear water, standing on the rocks while tiny fish bumped into our toes, drying off in the sun, and then diving in all over again.

And the frog-catching was outstanding!

E must have caught at least two dozen frogs at various stages of their tadpole-to-frog transformations.  Some of them had fully formed legs and tails.  She released them all…which is more than I can say for this other frog-catcher.

We were wading in shallow water when my son stepped onto the log and said, "Hey!  A snake!"  and then "Whoa!! It just caught a frog!"  We watched for almost a minute while the snake maneuvered the frog off of the log, into the water, and then into what we assume was its den in the rocks at the edge of the pond.

It disappeared, presumably to have dinner, and then it was time for us to do the same.  I’m pretty sure that our hamburgers and veggie burgers, though not quite as fresh, were both tastier and easier to come by.

7 Replies on “The Frog Catchers

  1. Aside from the 2 inches of rain in the tent, it sounds like a terrific trip. (My mom once sponged a quart of water off the floor of our tent, during a memorably rainy week we spent on Cape Cod. No wood fires, only charcoal, and rain every day, until the day we left–of course!)

  2. I will admit that I have NEVER seen a snake in the wild. Not ever. Not ever a garden snake. I must emit some ultra sonic wave that scares them off.

    And it’s not for lack of being in the woods. We go hiking all the time.