Talk about memories!
I remember my dad talking about catching frogs. Yea, catching frogs. They would get in a john boat, one guy in back paddling, one in the middle with the burlap bag, and the guy in front would lay down with just his arms extending out the front.
They would cruise old gravel pits and as the light picked up the frogs they would silently drift into the bank. The guy up front, who wore a headlamp, would reach out and grab them by his hands. He would then drop them in the sack.
They caught a lot of frogs this way. Only mishap was one time the frog got turned the wrong way and pissed right in the face of the catcher. Whew, they said it stunk!