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I was so excited to try our new frog tactic that I had to keep myself from breaking into an all out sprint.Once at the shore, we flipped on our lights and the pond came alive with gleaming, beady eyes. \u00a0We scoured the bank for our first victim. \u00a0It wasn\u2019t long before we locked in on a nice frog sitting amongst some tall grass about 3 feet off the bank. \u00a0My buddy took up position behind me and lit the frog up with a spotlight as I crept down the bank to get in better position. \u00a0I stopped at about 4 yards and drew back, steadied, and squeezed off the shot. \u00a0Whack! The stillness of the night erupted into chaos as the frog leapt into the water. \u00a0I ran toward him, almost nose-diving straight into knee deep muck and stagnant water. \u00a0Clean miss\u2026 so we thought. \u00a0I grabbed the string to pull the arrow in for another attempt and, to my surprise, the frog was on the line. \u00a0A clean pass through! \u00a0 It worked! It actually worked!!! \u00a0We tried to control our celebration and laughter as to not scare every frog in the county back into the depths, but failed miserably. \u00a0We were pumped! \u00a0On down the bank we went. \u00a0A few hours later, we found ourselves wading around in cattails up to our hips in rotten smelling foulness, but still having a ball. \u00a0As we came around a point, we spotted a monster frog, the biggest of the night, perched atop a stump about five yards away. \u00a0I was confident in my accuracy at that distance from earlier in the day. \u00a0Rather than risk scaring him into the depths, I decided to take the shot. \u00a0Drawing down on him, I let one fly, connected right above his front shoulder and picked him right off the stump. \u00a0It was text book. \u00a0We decided to call it a night on that one. Once the tallying was complete I had gone 12 for 15 and my buddy managed to snag a dozen with his gig. \u00a0What a night! \u00a0As we headed for the truck we joked that if we got pulled over on the way home the officer would surely regret it as the stench coming from our truck hit him.It\u2019s these simple pleasures, God\u2019s gift to us that I hold so near and dear to my heart. \u00a0Everyone might not think of this as the perfect Saturday night, but for those of us who would, no further explanation needed.As archery season starts across the country, I wish everyone a productive and safe 2013 season, don\u2019t forget to buckle in!Till next time- Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition!"},{"@context":"http:\/\/schema.org\/","@type":"BreadcrumbList","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"item":{"@id":"https:\/\/community.legendarywhitetails.com\/#breadcrumbitem","name":"Legendary Whitetail's Blog"}},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"item":{"@id":"https:\/\/community.legendarywhitetails.com\/blog\/aim-small-miss-small\/#breadcrumbitem","name":"Aim Small, Miss Small"}}]}]